 | When life is young |  |
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A STIR AMONG THE DAISIES
Pretty Lill of Littleton sauntered through the grass;The very birds and butterflies stopped to see her pass;
All the daisies nodded to the maiden coming by,
And leaned across the pathway left behind her.
“Art hurt?” they asked each other. Each gaily laughed, “Not I!
We bowed too low; but really we don't mind her.
To see so fair a maiden pass has really quite unstrung us;
But we'll straighten up, and ready be when next she comes among us.”
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