Wish I was Tom...

Old Tom in summertime walked about the meadows
gathering the buttercups, running after shadows,
tickling the bumblebees that buzzed among the flowers,
sitting by the waterside for hours upon hours.

...apart from the bit about tickling bumblebees. I've found in recent years that bumblebees are of such a size that they could easily pass for flying kittens. Flying kittens with stinging tails. Ooo, nasty.