Songs of Womanhood. Alma-Tadema Laurence

      In summer I am very glad

      We children are so small,

      For we can see a thousand things

      That men can't see at all.

      They don't know much about the moss

      And all the stones they pass:

      They never lie and play among

      The forests in the grass:

      They walk about a long way off;

      And, when we're at the sea,

      Let father stoop as best he can

      He can't find things like me.

      But, when the snow is on the ground

      And all the puddles freeze,

      I wish that I were very tall,