My home is a house
Near a wood
(I'would live in a stret, If I could!)
The lanes are so quiet,
Oh dear !
I do wish someone
Lived near.
There is no one to play with
At all.
The trees are so high
And so tall;
And I should be lonely
For hours.
Were it not for the birds
And the flowers.
I wish that I lived
In a town.
To see all the trams
Going down.
A twinkling stret
That is bright
With wonderful colours
At Night!
- Irene Thompson
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