When I am Old

  

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WHEN I AM OLD

'When I am old' said Daisy,

'I'll sit beneath a tree

And I'll be wise and clever;

People will visit me.

I'll sit there in my rocking-chair

With a shawl around my shoulder

And everyone will look-up to me

Because I'm so much older.

The tree will be big and shady

To shelter me from the sun,

And I'll be a sweet old lady,

Welcoming everyone.'

' But' said Mother, 'How do you know

The right tree will be growing?

There may not be a handy tree.

There's just no way of knowing.'

'Then I'll plant a tree!' said Daisy,

'A big tree of my own!

When I am old, the tree will be big!

Both of us will have grown!'

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LITTLE AND LONG!

Though it tried with all its might

The shadow never expressed delight!

It lay there looking rather bland

Stretched out on the winter sand.

Look at the joy on the little face!

While, on the shadow, not a trace!

A shadow is not, it seems to me,

A patch on that charming reality.

Shadows may take an artistic form,

But give me the cuddly and warm!

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