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LITTLE ROSY RED-CHEEK
Little Rosy Red-cheek 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.”
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Then the clover softly unto Red-cheek whispered:
“Pluck me, ere you go.”
Red-cheek, little dreaming,
Pulled, and ran off screaming,
“Oh, naughty, naughty flower, to sting me so!”
“Pluck me, ere you go.”
Red-cheek, little dreaming,
Pulled, and ran off screaming,
“Oh, naughty, naughty flower, to sting me so!”
“Foolish child!” 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!”
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