How I wish, to trade places with the little devil Tom Sawyer, painting and jumping fences and living naughtily for ever and ever.
Yearning to fly over those mountains green, that Wordsworth traveled ever so frequently, the valleys where daffodils abound Taking in every smell and sound.
Would be grand to work in Orsino's court, playing the humble beauty Viola, disguising myself and the love too plying messages to rival Olivia.
Or else I'll do something new, change places with beautiful few Scarlett O'Hara would be the one, Whose real self only Rhett Butler knew !
