Windmills and wooden shoes - Maude M. Grant

In the sky the little stars twinkle bright,

Sleep, little daffodil, sleep.

And the windmill goes creaking around and around,

And the shades of the night are now purpling the ground,

All the flowers close their eyes and are now sleeping sound,

So sleep, little daffodil, sleep.

Rikka is one of Katrina’s little Dutch friends. She lives near grandmother’s house by the sea.