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POPPY.
We have many more gracious
Or courtly and grand,
And their lives are as spacious
As queens' who command;
To them honour comes surely,
They revel securely
In the riches or rank that is theirs at their will;
And the beauty lies lightly
Upon them and brightly,
And they tap the sweet sources that give them their fill;
But then this is no copy—
The original Poppy.
Or courtly and grand,
And their lives are as spacious
As queens' who command;
To them honour comes surely,
They revel securely
In the riches or rank that is theirs at their will;
And the beauty lies lightly
Upon them and brightly,
And they tap the sweet sources that give them their fill;
But then this is no copy—
The original Poppy.
Ah, her colour is glorious,
Convincing and clear;
While her eyes are victorious,
And strangers to fear.
With a welcome (requited)
For all uninvited,
She is friendly and fairweather even in storm;
Like the breath of the mountains,
Like the laugh of the fountains,
Moves her presence a glad unconventional form.
When the mothers are shoppy,
She is ever true Poppy.
Convincing and clear;
While her eyes are victorious,
And strangers to fear.
With a welcome (requited)
For all uninvited,
She is friendly and fairweather even in storm;
Like the breath of the mountains,
Like the laugh of the fountains,
Moves her presence a glad unconventional form.
When the mothers are shoppy,
She is ever true Poppy.
We have darlings by dozens
Delightful to see,
And the daintiest cousins
With whom we agree.
There is Alice and Ethel
Who kneels in Great Bethel,
And is said to have cooed on the minister's lap;
We know Bridget, and Betty
Precocious and pretty,
And the “Baby” who would be offended at pap;
But their heads are too moppy,
And unlike my dear Poppy.
Delightful to see,
And the daintiest cousins
With whom we agree.
There is Alice and Ethel
Who kneels in Great Bethel,
And is said to have cooed on the minister's lap;
We know Bridget, and Betty
Precocious and pretty,
And the “Baby” who would be offended at pap;
But their heads are too moppy,
And unlike my dear Poppy.
105
She is O quite delicious
And always the same,
Not the least bit suspicious
And perfectly tame;
If you stroke her but rightly
And ever so slightly,
She will purr and be pleasant and ask it again;
It you go to St. Saviour's,
Her model behaviour's
Such a sight as the angels themselves would ordain.
She is really tip-toppy,
The original Poppy.
And always the same,
Not the least bit suspicious
And perfectly tame;
If you stroke her but rightly
And ever so slightly,
She will purr and be pleasant and ask it again;
It you go to St. Saviour's,
Her model behaviour's
Such a sight as the angels themselves would ordain.
She is really tip-toppy,
The original Poppy.
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