Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad in foreign lands. <\/p>\n
I saw the next door garden lie,
Adorned with flowers, before my eye,
And many pleasant places more
That I had never seen before. <\/p>\n
I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky’s blue looking-glass;
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping in to town. <\/p>\n
If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships, <\/p>\n
To where the road on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five,
And all the playthings come alive. <\/p>\n