On The Bridge
by Kate Greenaway, 1846-1901
If I could see a little fish--
That is what I just now wish!
I want to see his great round eyes
Always open in surprise.
I wish a water-rat would glide
Slowly to the other side;
Or a dancing spider sit
On the yellow flags a bit.
I think I'll get some stones to throw,
And watch the pretty circles show.
Or shall we sail a flower boat,
And watch it slowly--slowly float?
That's nice--because you never know
How far away it means to go;
And when tomorrow comes, you see,
It may be in the great wide sea.