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 ? |