THE SNOWDROP
I'd rather be a snowdrop Than any flower I know; I'd rather be a snowdrop With my head bent low; I would not be a daisy Staring at the sky, For then I'd miss the fairy folk As they tip-toe by. I would not be a sunflower, A lily or a rose, I would not be a blossom On any tree that grows. They never see the brownies, They never hear the croon Of all the pixie pipers That play beneath the moon. The flowers in my garden Are very sweet, you know, But how I love the snowdrop With her head bent low. —Gloria Kawlinson. (Written when she was 10.)
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Evening Post, Volume CXXV, Issue 100, 30 April 1938, Page 20
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113THE SNOWDROP Evening Post, Volume CXXV, Issue 100, 30 April 1938, Page 20
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