JUNE FLOWERS.
Reading edition
Here and there a daisy? And now and then a clover? And once a week a buttercup, And so the whole land over? A rose within the garden? A lily in the sun? Does dear old Mother Nature Count flowers one by one? No; daisies by the acre, And clovers millionfold, The meadows pink with blushing, The pastures white and gold. And roses, like the children, Abloom at every door, And buttercups as countless As the sand upon the shore. Dear Mother Nature scatters Her flowers on road-side edge; She carpets every forest, And curtains every ledge. And then she sets us dancing To such a merry tune, For all the world is laughing, And, darlings, this is June!
"Harry, here are three apples; now suppose I wanted you to divide them equally between James, John, and yourself, how would you do it.'"
"I'd give them one and keep the others."
"Why, how do you make that out?"
"Well, you see, it would be one for those two, and one for me, too."