Let the moon-white daisies shine,
Bring the coral columbine.
“Weave the shining buttercup,
Bind the sweet wild roses up;
Poppies, red as coals of fire,
And the speckled foxglove spire.
“And the iris blue that gleams
Knee-deep in the foamy streams.
Bring the spruce cones brown and long.”
(Thus ran on Gustava’s song).