I Once Knew All The Birds That Came And Nested In Our Orchard Trees; For Every Flower I Had A Name-- My Friends Were Woodchucks, Toads, And Bees; I Knew Where Thrived In Yonder Glen What Plants Would Soothe A Stone-Bruised Toe-- Oh, I Was Very Learned Then; But That Was Very Long Ago! I Knew The Spot Upon The Hill Where Checkerberries Could Be Found, I Knew The Rushes Near The Mill Where Pickerel Lay That Weighed A Pound! I Knew The Wood,--The Very Tree Where Lived The Poaching, Saucy Crow, And All The Woods And Crows Knew Me-- But That Was Very Long Ago. And Pining For The Joys Of Youth, I Tread The Old Familiar Spot Only To Learn This Solemn Truth: I Have Forgotten, Am Forgot. Yet Here'S This Youngster At My Knee Knows All The Things I Used To Know; To Think I Once Was Wise As He-- But That Was Very Long Ago. I Know It's Folly To Complain Of Whatsoe'Er The Fates Decree; Yet Were Not Wishes All In Vain, I Tell You What My Wish Should Be: I'd Wish To Be A Boy Again, Back With The Friends I Used To Know; For I Was, Oh! So Happy Then-- But That Was Very Long Ago!