One day I walked out to the door;
I skipped outside and then I heard
—I really could not ask for more—
The sing-song voice of one sweet bird.

And when I walked onto the street,
I watched a tree and saw a squirrel;
It ran from underneath my feet,
And up the tree I saw it whirl.

And if that was not sweet enough,
Recent rain had left a rainbow;
The clouds, they floated like some fluff;
The wind blew cotton just like snow.

I looked into the field and saw
The daisies smiling at the sun,
The chipmunk eating acorn raw;
It made me want to skip and run—
I went into the field to run.