The Field Daisy.
Reading edition
I’m a pretty little thing,
Always coming with the spring;
In the meadows green I’m found,
Peeping just above the ground.
And my stalk is cover’d flat,
With a white and yellow hat.
Little lady, when you pass
Lightly o’er the tender grass,
Skip about, but do not tread
On my meek and healthy head.
For I always seem to say,
“Surly Winter’s gone away.”