·The·First·Rose·of·Summer·
“Oh, dear! is summer over?”
I heard a rosebud moan,
When first her eyes she opened,
And found she was alone.
“Oh, why did summer leave me,
Little me, belated?
Where are the other roses?
I think they might have waited!”
Soon the little rosebud
Saw to her surprise
Other roses opening,
So she dried her eyes.
Then I heard her laughing
Gaily in the sun,
“I thought the summer over;
Why, it’s only just begun!”
The Elf & the Dormouse
Under a toadstool
Crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain
To shelter himself.
Under the toadstool,
Sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse
All in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf,
Frightened, and yet
Fearing to fly away
Lest he get wet.
To the next shelter—
Maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf
Smiled a wee smile,
Tugged till the toadstool
Toppled in two.
Holding it over him
Gaily he flew.
Soon he was safe home
Dry as could be.
Soon woke the Dormouse—
“Good gracious me!
Where is my toadstool?”
Loud he lamented.
—And that’s how umbrellas,
First were invented.
