A Song the Grass Sings
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The violet is much too shy, The rose too little so; I think I’ll ask the buttercup If I may be her beau. When winds go by, I’ll nod to her And she will nod to me, And I will kiss her on the cheek As gently as may be. And when the mower cuts us down, Together we will pass, I smiling at the buttercup, She smiling at the grass.
Charles G. Blanden