Lit2Go

       I lived first in a little house,
           And lived there very well;
         I thought the world was small and round,
           And made of pale blue shell.

         I lived next in a little nest,
           Nor needed any other;
         I thought the world was made of straw,
           And brooded by my mother.

         One day I fluttered from the nest
           To see what I could find.
         I said, “The world is made of leaves;
           I have been very blind.”

         At length I flew beyond the tree,
           Quite fit for grown-up labours.
         I don’t know how the world is  made,
           And neither do my neighbours!