I don’t want to wander lonely as a cloud

Sammy was doing his reading practice.  He and Daddy were going through William Wordsworth’s “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”.

Sammy: (Reading) “I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats high 'o’er vales and hills”.  THIS IS SO BORING!

Daddy: Imagine what you would see down below if you were a cloud.

Sammy: Why would I want to?  I don’t want to.

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