Spring Morning

For someone that doesn't particularly like reading poetry that much (I like some, not many tho) or writing it at all, I seem to have a bit of a trend forming soon. Anyway, I found - by chance - the poem that Arnie reads in Kindergarten Cop. Its by A.A Milne (of Pooh fame).

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow-
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.

Where am I going?The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.-
Where am I going?The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.

If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:"
Doesn't the sky look green today?"

Where am I going? The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
Where am I going?The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."

If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"

Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow-
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.