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But pretty soon the dear was found
Creeping on the nice soft ground.
DAINTY LITTLE Maidenhair
Lost her way and did n’t care;
Played all day, the naughty child,
With common ferns, who run quite wild.
YOUNG Sweet William, sad to tell,
Rang the Canterbury’s Bell,
“Just for that,” his father said,
“William, come out in the shed!”
NAUGHTY little Four-O’Clock
Gave her mother quite a shock;
Stayed awake till nearly six,
Oh, she’s always up to tricks.
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.
ALL THE SUMMER, Milkweed played,
Like a dear, good little maid;
But on a bright October day,
She found some wings and flew away.
CANDYTUFT and Marigold
Live outdoors until it’s cold;
Sturdy maids with glowing faces
Blooming in the bleakest places.
JACK ROSE said, ambitiously,
He would grow to be a tree;
But his Dad said, “Better far
Be contented as you are.”
WATER-LILY is very fond
Of floating in a sunny pond.
Tantalizing little creature,
Likes to grow where one can’t reach her.
YOUNG COCKS-COMB was so very vain,
Hated to stay out in the rain;
Said he would n’t so much care,
If he had other clothes to wear.
ON THE BORDER of the wood
All alone the Ghost-Flower stood,
Like a moonbeam dressed in white, —
Such a very pretty sight.
GOLDEN-ROD, the lucky chappy,
Grew up strong and tall and happy.
Slept out doors, if you ’ll remember,
All those cold nights in September.
MADAME DAHLIA, like her name,
Is a very stately dame;
Her family is so polite,
It is a joy to meet them, quite.
MISS California Poppy said
She liked the sunshine on her head,
Though her friends might think her foolish,
Thought this country rather coolish.
CORN FLOWER, Bachelor Button’s sister —
Gay young dog, he never missed her —
Went to live with Mrs. Corn,
So she would not be forlorn.
CAT-TAIL, growing in the marsh,
Thought his Mother very harsh,
Because she wouldn’t let him play
With Blue Flag-lilies all the day.
PRINCE’S FEATHER, straight and tall,
Grew against the garden wall;
Did n’t care to play, said he
Came of a royal family.
CRIMSON RAMBLER one day said,
He did n’t like the old homestead;
Thought he ’d travel, so he went
Over the wall on mischief bent.
GRANDDAD SAGE, the dear old man,
Says it is a splendid plan
For all young children to obey;
Says they did so in his day.
NOW LET the banners be unfurled,