By Robert Louis StevensonReadOasis Step 4

Through all the pleasant meadow-sideThe grass grew shoulder-high,Till the shining blades went far and wideAnd cut it down to dry.
Those green and sweetly smelling cropsThey led in wagons home;And they piled them here in mountain topsFor mountaineers to roam.
Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,Mount Eagle and Mount High;The mice that in these mountains dwell,Are no happier than I!
Oh, what a joy to climb up there,Oh, what a place for play,With the s...