The World
“The world is wet,” said the little frog;
“What isn’t water is mostly bog.”
“Oh, not at all!” said the little fly;
“It’s full of spiders, and very dry!”
“The world is dark,” said the moth polite,
“With ruddy windows and bows of light.”
“My poor young friend, you have much to learn:
The world is green,” said the swaying fern.
“O listen to me,” sang the little lark:
“It’s wet and dry, and it’s green and dark.
To think that’s all would be very wrong;
It’s arched with blue, and it’s filled with song.”
by Author Unknown: as published in Hamilton Wright Mabie, Edward Everett Hale, and William Byron Forbush, editors: “Childhood’s Favorites and Fairy Stories: The Young Folks Treasury” (1927)
“The world is wet,” said the little frog;
“What isn’t water is mostly bog.”
“Oh, not at all!” said the little fly;
“It’s full of spiders, and very dry!”
“The world is dark,” said the moth polite,
“With ruddy windows and bows of light.”
“My poor young friend, you have much to learn:
The world is green,” said the swaying fern.
“O listen to me,” sang the little lark:
“It’s wet and dry, and it’s green and dark.
To think that’s all would be very wrong;
It’s arched with blue, and it’s filled with song.”
by Author Unknown: as published in Hamilton Wright Mabie, Edward Everett Hale, and William Byron Forbush, editors: “Childhood’s Favorites and Fairy Stories: The Young Folks Treasury” (1927)