A Lark

Lark-Bird, lark-bird, soaring high,
Are you never weary?
When you reach the empty sky
Are the clouds not dreary?

Don’t you sometimes long to be
A silent goldfish in the sea?
Goldfish, goldfish, diving deep,
Are you never sad, say?

When you feel the cold waves creep
Are you really glad, say ?
Don’t you sometimes long to sing
And be a lark-bird on the wing?