If I were a leaf, O what would I do? But wouldn't that make me wish I was a tree? And if I were a tree, would I be happy, what kind of tree would I be? Would I willow or would I oak? Would I home the birds or would I wilt if the sun wills? Now that I think about it, I would rather be a leaf, headed somewhere on the clear sea so that people and children, and anyone who sees me, will stop and shout, "O look at that little boat!"
