town child vs country [village] child

The town child speaks…..

The town is crowded - 
Each and every street
Click-clack go a pattering
The ever busy feet…

There are buses and lorries
And trams everywhere
I wish there could be meadows
Lambs, rabbits and hare

The stately houses look down
With a superior air
And smoke from the chimney
Pollutes the fresh air,

I’m  tired of the noises
That I daily hear
I wish, oh, how I wish
That the woods were very near.

There’s one thing that I like
And that’s the sky above
There’s no traffic-jam there
And that’s something I love

There’s lots of room for clouds there
And for rockets, ‘copters, and planes
And there’s space for little me too
Tired as I am of dusty lanes

The country child speaks :

I reside in a house
Very near the wood
But I’d prefer to live in a street
If and when I could

The lanes are so quiet
And I do feel all alone
How I wish I could play
And not just sit and moan

I have no friends to play with
And so am indeed sad
The trees are high and tall here
I feel the situation’s bad

I wouldn’t know what to do
If it had not been for the flowers
And for the bees and birds
That adorn the neighboring bowers.

I wish I could go and live
Permanently in a town
See the buses pass by
And wear a silken gown

The neon lighted streets are a wonder
They are indeed a sight at night
And I intend going and seeing them
And watch the twinkling lights.