Classic Poem

What shall I do this afternoon?
Shall I go down to the river soon?
Or to the field where kingcups grow?
Or sail my kite if the breezes blow?

What shall I do that's best of all?
And shall I take my ship or ball?
For there are plenty of things to do,
The sunbeams dance and skies are blue.

P'r'aps I might hear the cuckoo sing,
Or find a new-grown fairy ring,
I saw a squirrel once over the hill,
P'r'aps he'd come out if I sat still.

What shall I do? Where shall I go?
See how the yellow gorse is a-glow,
All things are lovely that I see,
I'll follow this happy bumble-bee.