Ring-Ting! I wish I were a Primrose, <br />A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the spring! <br />The stooping boughs above me, <br />The wandering bee to love me, <br />The fern and moss to creep across, <br />And the Elm tree for our king! <br /> <br />Nay—stay! I wish I were an Elm tree, <br />A great, lofty Elm tree, with green leaves gay! <br />The winds would set them dancing, <br />The sun and moonshine glance in, <br />The birds would house among the boughs, <br />And sweetly sing. <br /> <br />Oh no! I wish I were a Robin, <br />A Robin or a little Wren, everywhere to go; <br />Through forest, field, or garden, <br />And ask no leave or pardon, <br />Till winter comes with icy thumbs <br />To ruffle up our wing! <br /> <br />Well—tell! Where should I fly to, <br />Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell? <br />Before a day was over, <br />Home comes the rover, <br />For mother’s kiss—sweeter this <br />Than any other thing.<br /><br />William Allingham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wishing-41/
