Though none but her-self knew what a-bout,
That she sat on the door-steps a-while to pout—
Oh, greed-y lit-tle Gold Head!
"I had one tart, but I want-ed two,
So, I'll run a-way—that's what I'll do!"
And she found White-wool in the mead-ow dew.
Crop-ping the clo-ver red.
The two were friends, and glad to meet.
She cried: "Nan-nan, is the clo-ver sweet?
And can you have all you want to eat?"