Long Ago by Eugene Field — Read

I once knew all the birds that came / And nested in our orchard trees; / For every flower I had a name -- / My friends were woodchucks, toads, and bees; / I knew where thrived in yonder glen / What plants would soothe a stone-bruised toe -- / Oh, I was very learned then; / But that was very long ago!

I knew the spot upon the hill / Where checkerberries could be found, / I knew the rushes near the mill / Where pickerel lay that weighed a pound! / I knew the wood, -- the very tree / Where lived the poaching, saucy crow, / And all the woods and crows knew me -- / But that was very long ago.