When at home alone I sit And am very tired of it, I have just to shut my eyes To go sailing through the skies - To go sailing far away To the pleasant Land of Play ; To the fairy land afar Where the Little People are; Where the clover-tops are tree, and the rain-pools are the seas, And the leaves, like little ships,Sail about on tiny trips;And above the daisy tree Through the grasses, High o'erhead the Bumble Bee Hums and passes.