I tried the farmer’s hat to wear,
It didn’t fit,
A trifle small upon my hair,
Too floppy writ.
I could not get accustomed there,
I took it off.
I tried the dancer’s shoes, a pair,
Too loose unfit,
Not made for strolling through the air,
Not mine, a bit.
They felt askew and did impair,
I kicked them off.
I tried the sun, a summer fair,
It felt so good,
The warmth embraced in gentle care,
As sunshine should.
The grass laid bare beneath my feet,
’Neath Nature’s best,
The clothes she lends, a fitting suite,
In them, I’m dressed.