A Bird's Experience

I lived first in a little house

And lived there very well;

The world to me was small and round,

And made of pale blue shell.

I lived next in a little nest,

Nor needed any other;

I thought the world was made of straw,

And brooded by my mother.

One day I fluttered from my home

To see what I could find;

I said, "The world is made of leaves,

I have been very blind."

At last I flew beyond the nest

Quite fit for grown-up labors;

I don't know how the world is made,

And neither do my neighbors.