The little boy stirred—then slept again.
"Ho! Buttercup! Buttercup! out of the corn!
Daisy! Clover-leaf! Silver-horn!"
She drove them all out and shut the gate;
Then little Boy Blue, with his curly pate,
Still troubled by nothing like cows or sheep,
She spied, 'neath the hay-stack, fast asleep.
