Flower Children

 
Loved about the porch to twine.
Thought’t was just too sweet for words
To visit with the humming-birds.
 
 
WILD ROSE runs round everywhere,
Likes to breathe the nice fresh air;
Even her high-bred connection
Cannot match her pink complexion.
 
 
COLUMBINE’s a happy sprite,
Dances with fairies every night;
She feeds them honey when they go,
That’s why the fairies love her so.
 
 
CUNNING LITTLE Blue-eyed Grass,
Smiles up at you as you pass;
Looks as if a bit of sky,
Had fallen down from ’way up high.
 
 
NASTURTIUM grew so big and tall,
He climbed up on the garden wall;
His little sister could n’t go —
Dear child, she never seemed to grow.
 
 
PANSY SAID she wished she knew
What made Lark-spur look so blue;
Larkspur smiled and said ’t was only
’Cause she felt a little lonely.
 
 
OH, HAVE you seen the sweet Briar-Rose?
She wears the very dearest clothes,
A hat the sweetest ever seen,
And dainty frock all shades of green.
 
 
BLUEBELL softly, gently sways
Through the long hot summer days;
Lives where nothing else can grow, —
That ’s why we all love her so.
 
 
GERANIUM wears a scarlet gown,
With trimmings shading into brown;
Her cousin is a dainty sprite,
She dresses modestly in white.
 
 
SWEET ALYSSUM plays around
On any little piece of ground;
Takes up hardly any room,
And sheds a very sweet perfume.
 
 
SIMPLE LOOKING Blue-eyed Flax
Helped the farmer pay his tax;
Was busy all the season through;
Said it was n’t hard to do.
 
 
BLEEDING HEART, against the wall,
Told her woes to one and all.
Live-Forever said, “Forget it;
Life treats you the way you let it.”
 
 
SWEET PEA said she thought they might
Give her a dress that was n’t white;
So Mother Nature chose for her
All the colors that there were.
 
 
SNAP-DRAGON is so very bold,
He plays his tricks on young and old;
Hides behind the old stone wall,
And shoots his pop-gun at us all.
 
 
RAGGED ROBIN on a lark
Stole inside of Central Park;
There they treated her so well,
She soon looked like a city Belle.
 
 
YARROW PINK and Yarrow White,
Stole in on the lawn one night;
Gardener said they had no sense,
But they did n’t take offense.
 
 
IRIS in a country garden,
Politely said, “I beg your pardon,
But I’m from sunny France you see
And my real name is Fleur-de-Lis.”
 
 
PEONY ’S a charming lady,
She does n’t like a spot too shady;
Likes to live out in the light,
Dressed in red or pink or white.
 
 
ONCE THEY LOST sweet Babe Verbena,
Mother said, “Oh, have you seen her?”