I'll be the dame who found a flower
Of gold and rubies—in the tale—
And sold it for a fairy veil,
Which made her look so sweet and true
That she was dearly loved; then you "—
Sheep: Ba-a, ba-a! Turn the juicy morsel over.
Who would be a lad or lass,
If he could his summer pass
As the sheep amongst the clover?
Grasshoppers on daisies teeter,