Sympathy
Little fishing-boat, a blur
On the ocean blue,
Don't you ever wish you were
A little taller, too?
I've a birthday! Look at me
As you dart and dip!
Grow, and maybe soon you'll be
A white-sailed ship!
The Forest School
The little firs demurely stand
In studious rows, on either hand,
On winter days about like these,
All learning to be Christmas trees.
White Cherry
The moon's a white cherry,
For sale in the sky,
And each one admires it,
But no one will buy.
Oh, cherry that lies
On the shop-window shelf,
When I have a penny
I'll buy you myself!