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