A. A. Milne

Nursery Chairs

One of the chairs is South America,

One of the chairs is a ship at sea,

One is a cage for a great big lion,

And one is a chair for Me.


When I go up the Amazon,

I stop at night and fire a gun

To call my faithful band.

And Indians in twos and threes,

Come silently between the trees,

And wait for me to land.

And if I do not want to play

With any Indians today,

I simply wave my hand.

And then they turn and go away—

They always understand.


I'm a great big lion in my cage,

And I often frighten Nanny with a roar.

Then I hold her very tight, and

Tell her not to be so frightened—

And she doesn't be so frightened any more.


When I am in my ship, I see

The other ships go sailing by.

A sailor leans and calls to me

As his ship goes sailing by.

Across the sea he leans to me,

Above the winds I hear him cry:

"Is this the way to Round-the-World?"

He calls as he goes by.


Whenever I sit in a high chair

For breakfast or dinner or tea,

I try to pretend that it's my  chair,

And that I am a baby of three.

Shall I go off to South America?

Shall I put out in my ship to sea?

Or get in my cage and be lions and tigers?

Or—shall I be only Me?