 | Along the way by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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THE MISTAKE.
Little Rosy Redcheek said unto a clover:
“Flower, why were you made?
I was made for mother,
She has n't any other,
But you were made for no one, I'm afraid.”
“Flower, why were you made?
I was made for mother,
She has n't any other,
But you were made for no one, I'm afraid.”
Then the clover softly unto Redcheek whispered:
“Pluck me, ere you go.”
Redcheek, little dreaming,
Pulled, and ran off screaming,
“Oh, naughty, naughty flower to sting me so!”
“Pluck me, ere you go.”
Redcheek, little dreaming,
Pulled, and ran off screaming,
“Oh, naughty, naughty flower to sting me so!”
“Foolish one!” the startled bee buzzed crossly,
“Foolish not to see
That I make my honey,
While the day is sunny;
That the pretty little clover lives for me.”
“Foolish not to see
That I make my honey,
While the day is sunny;
That the pretty little clover lives for me.”
| Along the way by Mary Mapes Dodge | |