 | Jane and Ann Taylor: Original Poems for Infant Minds |  |
TO GEORGE PULLING BUDS.
Don't pull that bud, it yet may growAs fine a flower as this;
Had this been pulled a month ago,
We should its beauties miss.
You are yourself a bud, my blooming boy,
Weigh well the consequence, ere you destroy,
Lest for a present paltry sport, you kill a future joy.
| Jane and Ann Taylor: Original Poems for Infant Minds | |