I never saw the hills so far, 
And blue, the way the pictures are; 
And flowers. flowers, growing thick, 
But not one for me to pick! 

The land was running from the train, 
All blur through the windowpane; 
And then it all looked flat and still, 
When up there jumped a fittle hill! 

I saw the windows, and the spires, 
And sparrows sitting on the wires, 
And fences running up and down; 
And then we cut straight through a town 

I saw a Valley, like a cup; 
And ponds that twinkled, and dried up. 
I counted meadows that were burnt; 
And there were trees, and then there werent! 

We crossed the bridges with a roar, 
Then hummed the way we went before, 
And tunnels made it dark and light, 
Like penwork of day and night; 

Until I saw the chimneys rise, 
And lights and lights and lights, like eyes. 
And when they took me through the door, 
I heard it all begin to roar. 

I thought, as far as I could see, 
That ev'rybody wanted me!