A thousand thoughts come in my head
And fill the livelong day;
Some are so big I wonder how
They find the space to stay;
And sometimes they're so busy
I go off quite alone
And talk to them beneath the sky
Upon a mossy stone;
And I have quite a pleasant day
Just listening to what they say;
Some come from near and some from far,
And some are pretty as a star;
Some are quite big and some are small,
Some can't be understood at all
By just a child like me;
And so I'll wait until I'm big to see.