This selection is from the annals of my youth.I remember learning it in school..

I wish I lived in a caravan,
With a horse to drive, like the Pedlar-man!
Where he comes from nobody knows,
Or where he goes to, but on he goes!

His caravan has windows two,
And a chimney of tin, that the smoke comes through;
He has a wife, with a baby brown,
And they go riding from town to town.

Chairs to mend, and Delf to sell!
He clashes the basins like a bell;
Tea-trays, baskets ranged in order,
Plates with alphabet round the border!

The roads are brown, and the sea is green,
But his house is just like a bathing-machine;
The world is round, and he can ride
Rumble and splash, to the other side!

With the Pedlar-man I should like to roam,
And write a book when I came home;
All the people would read my book,
Just like the travels of Captain Cook.

~William Brighty Rands~