You. Here's another poem. It's called once a long time ago. Once a long, long time ago when I was only three I was sitting on my porch and a bird sat on my knee he sang a song of autumn and went his merry way I often stop and think about that very special day for I swore I saw that same old bird sitting on my lawn he was singing and singing that same old lovely song did he know who I was? Did he remember me?