A MILLION LITTLE DIAMONDS.

A million little diamonds

Twinkled on the trees;

And all the little maidens said,

“A jewel, if you please!”

But while they held their hands outstretched

To catch the diamonds gay,

A million little sunbeams came

And stole them all away.

—M. T. Butts.

The daisies white are nursery maids with frills upon their caps;

And daisy buds are little babes they tend upon their laps.

Sing “Heigh-ho!” while the winds sweep low,

Both nurses and babies are nodding JUST SO.

The daisy babies never cry, the nurses never scold;

They never crush the dainty frills about their cheeks of gold;

But pure and white, in gay sunlight

They’re nid-nodding—pretty sight.

The daisies love the golden sun, upon the clear blue sky,

He gazes kindly down on them and winks his jolly eye;

While soft and low, all in a row,

Both nurses and babies are nodding JUST SO.

—Anon.

There surely is a gold mine somewhere underneath the grass,

For dandelions are popping out in every place you pass.

But if you want to gather some you’d better not delay,

For the gold will turn to silver soon and all will blow away.

—Anon.