the brook - Popular Poems and stories from category

I looked in the brook and saw a face -Heigh-ho, but a child was I
There were rushes and willows in that place,
And they clutched at the brook as the brook ran by;
And the brook it ran its own sweet way,

I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley
By thirty hills I hurry down,