HING Ring-ting ! I Avish I were a Primrose,A bright yellow Priiniose blowing in the spring:The stooping boughs above me,The wandering bee to love me,The fern and moss to creep across,And the Elm-tree for onr king! Nay — stay ! I Avish I w^ere an Elm-tree,A great lofty Elm-tree, with green leaves… … 54 FAVOURITES OF A NURSERY Through forest, field or garden,And ask no leave or pardon.Till Winter comes with icy thumbsTo ruffle up our wing! Well — tell! Where should I fly to,Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell?Before a day was over,Home comes the rover,For mothers kiss, — sweeter thisThan…
Nursery rhymes
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