Foreign Lands
Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad in foreign lands.
I saw an abundance of trees,
Full if autumn's colorful leaves,
And many interesting animals more
That I had never seen before.
I saw the September flowers pass,
And be the ground's green looking-glass;
The dusty path goes up and down
With wagons rolling into town.
If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships.
-Caterpillar
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