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When at home alone I sit / And am very tired of it, / I have just to shut my eyes / To go sailing through the skies -- / To go sailing far away / To the pleasant Land of play; / To the fairy land afar / Where the Little People are; / Where the clover-tops are trees, / And the rain-pools are the seas, / And the leaves like little ships / Sail about on tiny trips; / And above the daisy tree / Through the grasses, / High o'erhead the Bumble Bee / Hums and passes.
In that forest to and fro / I can wander, I can go; / See the spider and the fly, / And the ants go marching by / Carrying parcels with their feet / Down the green and grassy street.