Go

Home is a mile away,

And I know the way.

Come anytime they say,

Night or day!

The first time I wanted to go,

A new river started flowing.

There was no boat to row,

And I started crying!

I heard about a ferry then,

And I went a second time.

I went to buy the ticket when,

I was short by a dime!

They built a bridge and I went again,

I walked and was so relieved.

Though there was the cold rain.

But alas there was no field!

Instead a statue lay,

I had stayed away so long,

I did not know the way,

It seemed all wrong!