Bad Dreams

I had bad dreams sometimes
when I was little.
You see that?
I could nearly touch Groby Tree
from the night nursery window.
There's all sorts of things
hanging on the tree.
They bring good luck.
There's a wishing well
in the stable yard.
They say it's twice as deep as
Groby Tree is high, and you can drop a penny in it
and make a wish.
Should I tell you how long it falls?
I used to count, as long as this...

One,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six,
seven,
eight,
nine,
ten.