Oh, would I were little, to dance with the leaves That flittingly, trippingly frolic so gay; We'd roll down the roofs and we'd race through the eaves, And over the village we'd scamper away; Yes, over the village we'd rustle away. And would I were bigger, to dance with the trees That bend to each other, so stately and fine; I'd swing on their boughs with the rollicking breeze, And oh, for a partner the birch should be mine; The dainty and delicate birch should be mine. But stay! I believe I'll remain as I am, Just not very little and not very tall; For now I can frolic with Susie and Sam, And that is far better, far better than all; Far better than house-tops and tree-tops and all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS SYMPHONIC STUDIES (AFTER ROBERT SCHUMANN) by EMMA LAZARUS |