Of very lovely things I cannot name—
The hawthorn hedge around it is the frame.
Yellow
Of all the colours God has made
I love the pretty yellow shade—
The colour of canaries' wings,
Of baby ducks, and fluffy things;
I think He must have spilt the sun
Upon the darlings, every one!
Grey Girl
A little Grey Girl in a little Grey Cloak
Came over the hill by the lane—
She carried a bundle which suddenly broke.
"Oh, dear," cried the Girl in the little Grey Cloak,
"I am losing my beautiful rain!"
Buttercup Gold
There are rich little boys in the big, wide world,
And rich little girls, I'm told.
But the poorest child is the richest child
If he gathers Buttercup gold.
God puts it out in the grassy fields
For anyone passing there.
Come, gather the Buttercup gold with me,
There's more than enough to spare!
The Green Bank of England
Have you seen the gold in the Green Bank of England?
Wonderful, beautiful, lovely to behold—
Aconite and coltsfoot, buttercup and daffodil,
Crocus and celandine, and dandelion bold!