Could I but ride indefiniteAs doth the Meadow BeeAnd visit Only where I likedAnd No one visit meAnd flirt all Day with ButtercupsAnd marry whom I mayAnd dwell a little generallygenerallyeverywhereOr better, run awayWith no Police to followOr chase Him if He doTill He should jump PeninsulasTo get away from me --I said "But just to be a Bee"Upon a Raft of AirAnd row in Nowhere all Day longAnd anchor "off the Bar"What Liberty! So Captives deemWho tight in Dungeons are.