I lived in a house

And lived there very well,

The world to me was small and round

And made of pale blue shell.

I lived in a little nest

Nor needed any other,

I thought the world was made of straw

And covered by my mother.

One day I fluttered from the nest,

To see what I could find,

I said - "The world is made of leaves

I have been blind

At last I flew beyond the trees,

And saw the sky so blue,

Now how the world is really made

I cannot tell - can you ?