The Little London Girl.

In my little Green House, quite content am I,     When the hot sun pours down from the sky;     For oh, I love the country the beautiful country.     Who'd live in a London street when there's the country?     I live in a London street, then I long and long     To be the whole day the sweet Flowers among     Instead of tall chimney-pots up in the sky,     The joy of seeing Birds and Dragon Flies go by.     At home I lie in bed, and cannot go to sleep,     For the sound of cart-wheels upon the hard street.     But here my eyes close up to no sound of anything     Except it is to hear the nightingales sing.     And then I see the Chickens and the Geese go walking,     I hear the Pigs and the Ducks all talking.     And the Red and the Spotted Cows they stare at me,     As if they wondered whoever I could be.     I see the little Lambs out with their mothers     Such pretty little white young sisters and brothers.     Oh, I'll stay in the country, and make a daisy chain,     And never go back to London again.