uld you like to be kept in a prison like me. And never permitted your neighbors to see? Deprived of all means of assisting yourself, Though numberless dainties in sight on the shelf? Should you like to be fed at the will of a master. And die of neglect or some cruel disaster? You cannot believe it… … WISHING Ring-ting ! I Avish I were a Primrose,A bright yellow Priiniose blowing in the spring:The stooping boughs above me,The wandering bee to love me,The fern and moss to creep across,And the Elm-tree for onr king! Nay — stay ! I Avish I w^ere an Elm-tree,A great lofty Elm-tree, with green leaves…
Nursery rhymes
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