Out in the sun the goldfinch flits  Along the thistle-tops, flits and twits  Above the hollow wood Where birds swim like fish - Fish that...

There was a weasel lived in the sun  With all his family,  Till a keeper shot him with his gun  And hung him up on a tree,  Where he...

Running along a bank, a parapet  That saves from the precipitous wood below  The level road, there is a path. It serves Children for...