English poem
Lonely Children
by Laurence Alma-Tadema (1865–1940)
The trees are dusty in the Park, The grass is hard and brown; I'm glad I've got a Noah's ark, But I'm sorry I'm in town.
A lot of little girls and boys Are not so rich as me; But O! I'd give them all my toys For shells beside the sea....
The flowers are happy in the garden, For the bees are always there; The clouds are happy up in Heaven With the angels in the air; But little boy and little mouse Are rather lonely in the house.