And shine again in your place.
O velvet bee, you’re a dusty fellow;
You’ve powdered your legs with gold!
O brave marshmary buds, rich and yellow,
Give me your money to hold.
And show me your nest with the young ones in it—
I will not steal it away;
I am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet—
I am seven years old to-day!—Jean Ingelow
Spend the rest of the week teaching the poem to the children. They always enjoy this poem, one generation of little folks after another. Did you not?