Under the Tree

by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

When I am playing by myself,

And all the boys are lost around,

Then I can hear the water go;

It makes a little talking sound.

Along the rocks below the tree,

I see it ripple up and wink;

And I can hear it saying on,

"And do you think? And do you think?"

A bug shoots by that snaps and ticks,

And a bird flies up beside the tree