ed by aught like sheep, Lay neath the hay-stack fast asleep. Oh, what is that rustling amongst the corn ? Oh ! little Boy Blue, come blow your horn ! The cows are eating the golden grain ! The little boy stirred — then slept again.Ho! Buttercup! Buttercup! out of the corn!Daisv ! Clover-leaf!… … Good-fay, Irttie Boy Blue; sleep welt. 171 ONCE UPON A TIME The dear little girl, with artless joy,Stood looking down at the sleeping boy, I have saved him a whipping, I know, she said, — How the little curls shine on his pretty head ! He ought to remember my fathers sheep,But he looks so lovely…
Children's poetry · Children's poetry -- 1897
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