A poem by Anonymous Poet

A poem by Anonymous Poet 

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 nestled by my mother.

One day I fluttered from my nest

To see what I could find;

I saw the world is made of leaves, I had 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 neighbors.

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