I know a curious little boy,
Who is always asking "Why?"
Why this, why that, why then, why now?
Why not, why by-the-by?
He wants to know why wood should swim,
Why lead and marble sink,
Why sun should shine and wind should blow
And why we eat and drink.
He wants to know what makes the clouds
And why they cross the sky,
Why sinks the sun behind the hills
And why the flowers die.
Some of these why's are not too hard
To answer if you'll try;
Others no one ever yet
Has found the reason why.