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There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover,

There’s no rain left in heaven;

I’ve said my “seven times” over and over,

Seven times one are seven.

I am old, so old I can write a letter;

My birthday lessons are done;

The lambs play always, they know no better—

They are only one times one.

O moon! in the night I have seen you sailing

And shining so round and low;

You were bright, ah bright! but your light is failing,—

You are nothing now but a bow.

You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven,

That God has hidden your face?

I hope, if you have, you will soon be forgiven,

And shine again in your place.

O velvet bee, you’re a dusty fellow;

You’ve powdered your legs with gold!

O brave marshmary buds, rich and yellow,

Give me your money to hold!

And show me your nest with the young ones in it,—

I will not steal it away;

I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet,—

I am seven times one to-day!