Here you will find the Poem The Happy Child of poet William Henry Davies
I saw this day sweet flowers grow thick -- But not one like the child did pick. I heard the packhounds in green park -- But no dog like the child heard bark. I heard this day bird after bird -- But not one like the child has heard. A hundred butterflies saw I -- But not one like the child saw fly. I saw the horses roll in grass -- But no horse like the child saw pass. My world this day has lovely been -- But not like what the child has seen.