To see the flowers, how they grow.
Poor things, they looked so cold, he throws
O’er them a coverlet—of snow.
Next morning Spring was full of woe
To find her flowers frozen—dead.
“The Fool I never thought he’d go
And take me at my word,” she said.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE
Obvious typographical errors and punctuation errors have been corrected after careful comparison with other occurrences within the text and consultation of external sources.