Once I was in a lovely dream,

Someone woke me up with a scream.

It was a time hardly dawn

When I saw myself all alone.

Then I saw grandpa there

Waiting for me to go somewhere.

Unwillingly,angrily I woke with crooked eye

What a great dream is gone-- I sigh.


He let me catch his thumb and go,

What chilling was there, before I never did know.

So I and he walked in fresh air-

Now I know to wake up was fair.

And soon we were on top of a hill:

You don't know how pleasant did I feel.

Then I looked up at the sky; I saw a magic,

The colour of sky changed so and became terrific!


The clouds were like gouache, so very nice,

And some clouds were coloured like ice.

Then a red sun peeped within

And from the clouds it did lean.

And then the chirping and chattering began-

And the gay songsters flew and sang.

You might not know how pleasant it feels

When you see such sublime panorama of hills.


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