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.