Author P. A. Ropes If I were oh, so very small, I'd hide myself away, And creep into a peony cup To spend the summer's day. If I were oh, so very tall, I'd walk among the trees, And bend to pick the topmost leaf As easy as you please. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments