ro the sky,J The bee, with his honey-sacks, scur-ried by En route to his hive with his stolen sweet,With the gold of roses caught round his feet; And the farmers dear little daughter, too,Came tripping along in her ribbons blue ;And the sweet little girl had a silver tongue,And she sang, as she… … Then the little girl stopped to take a breath,.With never a thought of love or death. 168 LITTLE BOY BLUE Green apple-boughs met oer the country lane:She sang her sweet little song again ;In the meadow beside her red clover grew.And yellow-winged butterflies oer it flew ; And here and there moved a…
Children's poetry · Children's poetry -- 1897
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