Classic Poem

I WONDER what makes the sky so blue;
I wonder what makes the moon so bright,
And whether the lovely stars are born,
Like brand-new babies, each summer night.

And why do they hide when daylight comes?
I wonder where in the world they go!
Perhaps, when the great, hot sun gets up,
They dry like dew, or they melt like snow.

I wonder what makes the flowers so sweet;
And where do they get their splendid dyes?
And why should some be as red as blood,
And others blue as the summer skies?

I wonder, too,—but so much there is
To puzzle my little head!—and oh,
I doubt if ever I 'll find out half
The wonderful things that I want to know.