WISHING
< Selected) Ring ting! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow’ primrose Blowing in the spring! The green boughs above me. The wandering bee to love me. The fern and moss to creep across, And the elm-tree for our king. Nay, stay! I w’ish I were an elm-tree, A great lofty elm-tree with green leaves gay! The winds would set them dancing, The sun and moonshine glancing, The birds would house among the boughs. And sweetly’ sing! Oh. no! I wish I were a robin. A robin or a little wren, everywhere to go: Through forest, field or garden, And ask no leave or pardon. Till winter comes with icy’ thumbs To ruffle up our wing. —Sent in by Hughie Drogemullcr, Upper Mouterc.
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 76, 17 May 1941, Page 8
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125WISHING Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 76, 17 May 1941, Page 8
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