TWO LITTLE HANDS.

Two little hands so soft and white,

This is the left—this is the right.

Five little fingers stand on each,

So I can hold a plum or a peach.

But if I should grow as old as you

Lots of little things these hands can do.

—Anon.

O dandelion yellow as gold,

What do you do all day?

I just wait here in the tall green grass

Till the children come to play.

O dandelion yellow as gold,

What do you do all night?

I wait and wait till the cool dews fall

And my hair grows long and white.

And what do you do when your hair is white

And the children come to play?

They take me up in their dimpled hands

And blow my hair away.

—Anon.