What I Like

I like to ride on a load of hay,

To tramp in puddles on a rainy day,

To swing and swing on the garden gate,

And when there's company, to sit up late.

I like high up in the trees to climb,

To eat sugar cookies—six or seven at a time;

But some things I like it's not best to do,

So I can't do all  that I like—can you?