Sprung up like mere weeds from the ground!
That each dewdrop he saw was a colored balloon;
That jack-knives like birds flew about,
(To fill up his pocket—all one had to do,
Was to chase them a moment about);
That every pebble or stone by the road
Was a coin, either silver or gold;
That it took but a minute to gather them up,—
As many’s you could possibly hold!
“How splendid to live in this wonderful land!”