The golden noon of that summer day.
"Alack, alack!" cried the little girl,
"See Rosie and Lily and Star and Pearl,
"And all the lambs in the clover-patch!
The five-barred gate he did not latch.
Oh, where are you wand'ring, little Boy Blue?
How my father would scold if he ever knew!
"Ho, Rosie! Rosie! out of the clover!
Lily! Lily! you naughty rover,
Out of the clover! out, I say!