The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Mild is the parting year, and sweet The odour of the falling spray; Life passes on more rudely fleet, And balmless is its closing day.
A little elf Sat in a tree Painting leaves To throw at me.
A road like brown ribbon, A sky that is blue, A forest of green With that sky peeping through.
On the floor lies tiny Teddy Half a paw is gone already. He is tattered, torn, and lame. Yet I love him just the same.
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day,
The clock crows in the morn To tell us to rise,
Moo cow, moo cow How do you do, cow?
Spring is coming, spring is coming, Birdies, build your nest; Weave together straw and feather, Doing each your best.
Boys are silly. Girls are smart. I love you with all my heart. Boys are noisy. Girls are, too.