Up into the cherry tree   Who else should climb in there but little me   I held the trunk with both my hands   And looked abroad on spacious foreign lands      I saw the next door garden lie   Adorned with plants before my eyes   I gazrd for the first time   And many pleasant places more   I'd never seen before   I saw the dimpling river pass   The sky's blu looking glass   Thr dusty roads go up and down   With people trampling into town      The wind was wild it could'nt seem   to get it's fill of fun   It puffed: « I'm in a perfect gale »   Then roared about the pun   Panting hard, it hurried home   and weary went to bed   « What lovely games we had today   the world and I » it said      If I could find a higher tree   Farther and farther I should see   To where the grown-up river slips   Into the vast deep ocean among the ships      I often wonder if I know I have gone to sleep   When I climb trees so high   And one look down   And get the creepy feeling if I were pushed   I'd be free as a bee   The sights that I could see