She wanders with careless feet,
Chasing butterflies golden,
Gathering blossoms sweet.
She talks a-while to the roses,
She grasps at the sunbeams bright;
To pieces she plucks the daisies,
And scatters their rays of white.
“Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la!”
She carols so sweet and clear,
Unheeding the two great armies,