I am a little boy, and my home is in the country. I get up in the morning, and go out

I am a little boy, and my home is in the country. I get up in the morning, and go out to the fields, and walk up and down the long green lanes, and by the side of the quiet waters, and I watch the sheep upon the hills, and the birds in the valleys, and the clouds on the sky. In the summer time I wade in the cool green fields, and in the winter I ride upon the horse's back. I hear the growing of the corn, and the bleating of the sheep, and the chirping of the little birds outside the window. I see the shadows on the wall, and I hear the whispering of the fire among the bars of the grate. I walk round the garden border, and I see the bees among the flowers