Wishing

I wish I were the fly that roam Around on yondor wall, For he can rido t bicyelo " 't And not fall off at all. I wisli I were tbe birri that swing Her nest in the cool yreen Of yonder tree, hich in the air. Her house is always clean. But most I envy the old wall, So dinjjy and so 'Hm, For I adore the poster girl, And she is stuck on him.