  I’ll tell you what I wish I was, When days like these arrive, An’ spring puts all her gewgaws on, An’ all the world’s alive. I wish I was a boy again— A boy back on the farm— A-watchin’ all the growin’ stuff, An’ cowslips gettin’ warm. A playin’ round the whole long day As happy as a lark, An’ never out of mischief once From daylight until dark. With such a lot of things to hear An’ such a lot to see, An’ my dog Rover at my heels, To keep me company. A watchin’ the big sun go down Behind the tree-tops high, An’ wishin’ I could climb the one That reached up to the sky. A-listenin’ to the katydids A-jawin’ in the lane, An’ sniffin’ up the earthy smell That comes before a rain. Laughin’ to see the white-wool’d sheep Come skippin’ down the hill, An’ feelin’ such a heap of joy I couldn’t quite keep still. An’ by-an’-by, a dozin’ off, An’ wakin’ up to hear My mother say: “Come in the house, ’Tis past your bedtime, dear.” A longin’ takes me on these days When all the world gets warm, A-longin’ just to be a boy— A boy back on the farm. [Decorative image unavailable.] |
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