Tulips.
Tulips bright in the garden beds,
Lift up their heads;
No other blossoms are as gay
And proud as they.
But I know where some tulips grow.
Ah, Yes, I know!
More rich and sweet than any flower
In garden bower.
“Good morning!” say my tulips red,
As out of bed
They spring; and other tulips greet
With kisses sweet.
And that is why I love them so,
You ought to know;
And tulips you may likewise find
To please your mind.
