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TIM'S FOXGLOVE
There's a foxglove, foxglove, foxglove in my garden-plot,
Home of yellow-belted bees humming round the spot,
Honey-merchants flying fast from out their dumpy cottages
Crowded in companionship by six elm-trees.
Home of yellow-belted bees humming round the spot,
Honey-merchants flying fast from out their dumpy cottages
Crowded in companionship by six elm-trees.
There's a foxglove, foxglove, foxglove in my pansy-patch,
Decked so brightly by the rain, there never was its match;
Made of petals velvety and russet blots and lovely smells,
Shaking dewy clappers in its peal of bells.
Decked so brightly by the rain, there never was its match;
Made of petals velvety and russet blots and lovely smells,
Shaking dewy clappers in its peal of bells.
There's a foxglove, foxglove, foxglove in my garden-ground,
Never mortal listener shall hear its tinkling sound;
When the stars are tired of dancing, when the elves to dreamland creep,
Why, ev'ry bell's a bedroom where the fairies sleep.
Never mortal listener shall hear its tinkling sound;
When the stars are tired of dancing, when the elves to dreamland creep,
Why, ev'ry bell's a bedroom where the fairies sleep.
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