
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 Mary, when you pass Lightly o’er the tender grass,
Skip about, but do not tread On my bright but lowly head,
For I always seem to say,
“Surely winter’s gone away.”
~ The Field Daisy – Ann Taylor



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