I'd Choose to be a Daisy

I'd Choose to be a Daisy

I'd choose to be a daisy,

If I might be a flower;

Closing my petals softly

At twilight's quiet hour;

And waking in the morning,

When falls the early dew,

To welcome Heaven's bright sunshine,

And Heaven's bright tear-drops too.

I'd choose to be a skylark,

If I might be a bird;

My song should be the loudest

The sun has ever heard;

I'd wander through the cloudland,

Far, far above the moon,

And reach right up to heaven,

Where it is always noon.

And yet I think I'd rather

Be changed into a lamb,

And in the fields spend pleasant days

A-playing by my dam.

But then, you see, I cannot be

A flower, or bird or lamb.

And why? Because I'm made to be

The little child I am!