The Hollyhocks

The hollyhocks are standing In groups against the wall, Engaged in conversation With the lowly flowers small, That gaze with admiration On floral dames so gay, Who wear such ruffled bonnets Of crimson deep to-day. The wind has paused to listen To the dames of high degree, And the mignonette and pansies Are laughing with such glee! The mullein pinks are blushing, And the poppies say, “Oh, see, In the dame’s gay frilled red bonnet She has a bumblebee!”