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Dear me!

What shall it be?

Such sticky affairs

Did ever you see?

Let's make a basket,

Let's make a mat,

Let's make a tea-board,

Let's make a hat;

Let's make a cottage,

Windows and doors;

You do the roof,

And I'll do the floors.

Let's make a pancake—

Stick 'em together;

See how they fasten

Close to each other!

Tied to one's heel

They would answer for spurs;

Ah, how we love 'em,

These comical burs!

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Hollyhock, hollyhock, bend for me;

I want a cheese for my dolly's tea.

I'll put it soon on an acorn plate,

And dolly and I shall feast in state.

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When the sun is sinking low in the skies,

The evening primrose opens her eyes.

"Come back, dear Sun," she seems to say;

"I've been dreaming of you the live-long day."

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Ho, Dandelion! my lightsome fellow!

What's become of all your yellow?

"My bonnie yellow it wouldn't stay,

It turned about and it went away,

Till nothing at all was left of me

But the misty, feathery ball you see;

Yet pluck me off, and blow me well,

The time o' day I'll surely tell."

Whiff! whiff! "Blow again—

Blow with all your might and main."

Whiff! whiff! That is four.

Now I've but two feathers more.

Whiff! How tight the last one sticks!

Whiff! It's gone; and that makes six.

The sun is getting low, I see,

And we must hurry home to tea.

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SONG OF SUMMER.

Up in the tree top, down in the ground,

High in the blue sky, far, all around—

Near by and everywhere creatures are living,

God in his bounty something is giving.

Up in the tree top, down in the ground,

High in the blue sky, far, all around—

Near by and everywhere creatures are striving,

Labor is surely the price of their thriving.

Up in the tree top, down in the ground,

High in the blue sky, far, all around—

Near by and everywhere, singing and humming,

Busily, joyfully, Summer is coming!

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