THE LITTLE BUTTERCUP.
A .little yellow buttercup Stood laughing in the sun; The grass and leaves all green around, The summer just begun; His saucy little head was lull Of happiness and fun. The flowers smiled up, the sun beam--1 ed down, As they for years had done, Until as golden as his friend The little flower had grown.
As summer passed and autumn came, The flowers above him said, “Come buttercup, our work is done, It’s time to go to bed.’’ “Not yet,” said he; “the sun still shines, IMI wait till_ he has fled; I yet some little seeds can form, Some smiles about me shed.” The merry buttercup laughed on, And tossed his golden head. —W. Allingham.
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Hawera Star, Volume XLV, 7 November 1925, Page 20
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