Classic Poem

(After W. H. Davies)

The grass is green,
The sky is blue,
The bird will preen,
The cat will mew.
The fly has wings,
The child a toy —
Such little things
Do give me joy.

The tree has leaves,
The road has miles,
And nothing grieves
Whene'er it smiles.
The crops have sun;
The streams close by
Do ramble on,
And so do I.

And happy then
My lot shall be
While rook and wren
Build in the tree;
While ring-doves coo,
And lions roar,
As long as two
And two are four.