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LITTLE Miss Radish, pretty thing,

Has her birthday in the spring;

She and the little Onions play

Out in the garden all the day.

WHEN Orchard Oriole sings his song

The Rhubarb children troop along;

They’re hardy, healthy youngsters, too,

And stay the whole, long summer through.

SAID Lettuce, tender-hearted lass:

“Come Dandelion, ’neath my glass;”

But Dandelion smiled and said

She liked the nice fresh air instead.

SAID Spanish Onion: “I don’t see

Why people weep at sight of me;

I’m a nice, friendly sort of chappie

And like to make everybody happy.”

THE Button Mushrooms went to play

With the small Puff Balls one bright day;

They had such heaps of glorious fun,

But all ran home at set of sun.

ASPARAGUS in early spring

Came up to hear the robins sing;

When she peeped out her dress was white;

It turned green in the sunshine bright.

THE Green Pea children went to sail

On the Sauce Pan ocean in a gale;

“This boat’s a shell,” they cried; “Dear me!

We might capsize in this deep sea.”

SAID Spinach: “In my dress of green

I’m just as happy as a queen.

I’m truly glad that I am good

For little babies’ early food.”

LITTLE Wild Strawberry came down

To visit with her folks in town;

She’s a sweet child with charming ways

And blushes modestly at praise.

SAID Endive: “I was born in France

But travel when I get a chance.”

Said Celery: “I travel, too,

But my real home’s in Kalamazoo.”

THE Carrot ladies love to go

To church on Sundays in a row;

And, tall or short, each lady fair

Wears a green feather in her hair,

PEARL Onion, tiny little thing,

Lives out doors from early spring;

She’s German, so I understand,

And dearly loves her father-land.

THE dainty little Water Cresses,

In their pretty bathing dresses,

Like water fairies splash and play

In the cool brooklet all the day.

“CHERRIES are ripe,” said Old Blue Jay

As he flew by one August day;

“Why, he means us,” the Cherries cried,

“Perhaps we’d better go inside.”

WHEN Gooseberry wears a gown of green

She cries and pouts and makes a scene;

But when her gown’s a purplish hue

She never disagrees with you.

THE String Beans love to climb a pole,