The world's a very little place, And part of it is walls and floors, And part's a pleasant sunny place They call "outdoors." They sometimes wheel me up the street When all the world goes out to walk, And everybody that I meet Talks baby-talk. The sun behaves in just the way To most oblige a little tot; It's daylight till I'm through my play, And then it's not! The raindrops never seem to fall In any place where I may go The world must truly be quite small To suit me so. |