The poem actually contains pieces of a number of A.A. Milne poems. The most prominent one is
"Spring Morning"
If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?".....
If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"
But there are also quotes from "Halfway Down"
Halfway down the stairs
is a stair
where i sit.
there isn't any
other stair
quite like
it.
i'm not at the bottom,
i'm not at the top;
so this is the stair
where
I always
stop.
And also from the poem "Solitude"
I have a house where I go
When there's too many people,
I have a house where I go
Where no one can be;
I have a house where I go,
Where nobody ever says "No";
Where no one says anything- so
There is no one but me.
I might have missed a couple more... but I don't recall any Milne poems about armadillo's.
The combination of of the magic of childhood meshed with the magic of psychedelics.........
The poem actually contains pieces of a number of A.A. Milne poems. The most prominent one is "Spring Morning"
If you were a cloud, and sailed up there, You'd sail on water as blue as air, And you'd see me here in the fields and say: "Doesn't the sky look green today?"..... If you were a bird, and lived on high, You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by, You'd say to the wind when it took you away: "That's where I wanted to go today!"
But there are also quotes from "Halfway Down"
Halfway down the stairs is a stair where i sit. there isn't any other stair quite like it. i'm not at the bottom, i'm not at the top; so this is the stair where I always stop.
And also from the poem "Solitude"
I have a house where I go When there's too many people, I have a house where I go Where no one can be; I have a house where I go, Where nobody ever says "No"; Where no one says anything- so There is no one but me.
I might have missed a couple more... but I don't recall any Milne poems about armadillo's. The combination of of the magic of childhood meshed with the magic of psychedelics.........