Wordsworth

Wordsworth wrote nursery rhymes apparently. Actually, it's from the Prologue to Peter Bell, but it has an unbearable nursery rhyme sweetness to it. Of the Romantics, I have spent more time with WW than any other and this stanza still surprises me when I read it. I wish my son were three again so I could sing it to him. I might just put it to a tune and sing it anyway.

THERE'S something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon;
But through the clouds I'll never float
Until I have a little Boat,
Shaped like the crescent-moon.


Also, happy birthday to my son RW.