Flower Children

by Elizabeth Gordon
drawings by M. T. Ross

 

Saucy little Black Eyed Susan,
When her Mother caught her snoozin'
Rubbed her sleepy eyes and said
She guessed she'd toddle off to bed.
Bluebell softly, gently sways
Through the long hot summer days;
Lives where nothing else can grow,
That's why we all love her so.
Thirsty little Buttercup
Caught the dew and drank it up,
Said cool water was so good,
She didn't seem to care for food.
Gentian growing by the brook,
Bending low to get a look
At her pretty face so sweet,
Stepped too near and wet her feet.
Primrose is the dearest thing
She loves to play outdoors in spring;
But if a little child is ill,
She's happy on the window sill.
If you're very, very good
When you're walking in the wood,
Twin-Flower babies you may see,
Sheltered by some old pine tree.
Modest little Violet
Was her loving Mother's pet;
Didn't care to go and play,
Rather stay at home all day.
Oh, have you seen sweet Briar Rose?
She wears the very dearest clothes,
A hat the sweetest ever seen,
And dainty frock all shades of green.

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