If only life could be...
I'd dance and giggle, and sometimes sing,
to all of nature's wondrous beings.
The gull, the hippo, the humpback whale,
I'd have glorious stories to tell.
Like an eagle soaring above the tree line,
or of the gentle porcupine.
Mysteries unfold before my eyes,
of fairies, nymphs and butterflies.
I'd sail on the summer breeze,
never a worry, I'd be ever so free.
Oh what a fancy, life could be,
living in childlike simplicity.
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