Foreign Lands by Robert Louis Stevenson and Gyo Fujikawa

Foreign Lands

Up into the cherry tree

Who should climb but little me?

I held the trunk with both my hands

And looked abroad on foreign lands.

I saw the next door garden lie,

Adorned with flowers before my eye

And many pleasant places more

That I had never seen before.

I saw the dimpling river pass

And be the sky's blue looking glass;

The dusty roads go up and down 

With people tramping into town.

If I could find a higher tree

Father and father I should see,

To where the grown-up river slips 

Into the sea among the ships,

To where the roads on either hand

Lead onward into fairyland,

Where all the children dine at five,

And all the playthings come alive. 

                                                  --Robert Louis Stevenson

                                                                                        Gyo Fujikawa's A Children's Garden of Verses