WAITING.
Reading edition
BY MARY N. PRESCOTT.
Dainty little Daisy Sits waiting for the sun— Says she's almost crazy To take a little run On the hill to show her frill, Or by the road to stray; But she's kept in-doors till Spring says she may. Dandy little Buttercup, Waiting for June weather, In his earthy bed tucked up, Wakes, and wonders whether He will sprout and soon shine out In his gold array, Or in doubt be left to pout Till Spring says he may. Pussy-Willow, soon astir, Makes an early start, Thickens all her silver fur Just to look smart; Longs to break the spell, and take Her own sweet way Before the rest are wide awake; And Spring says she may.