  Where shall we make us a cosy home, Up in a high pine tree? Suppose the squirrel deserts his nest, And we could only grow small and rest Under the twigs, laid so daintily, Up in the high pine tree! Where shall we build us a lovely house, Under the Ocean deep? Suppose the fishes would swim away, And leave a palace of coral gay, With seaweed gardens where moonbeams sleep, Under the Ocean deep! Where shall we find an enchanted spot, Up in the fields of sky? Suppose the rainbow bends slowly down, And we walk over to Cloudy Town, Golden with beams from the morning's eye, Up in the fields of sky! How shall we live out our days, we two, Safely where no harm parts? Suppose we fetter our lives with love, More fair than ocean, or skies above, And learn to dwell in each other's hearts, Safely where no harm parts. |
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