But, though the 'olly'ocks was aht an' all the roses red,

I only see the lavender, the patch o' purple lavender;

"I'm pleased you likes the lavender," she said.

I'm tickled by a pansy, wot's called an 'Appy Thought;

I'm gone on yaller "Glories" of the proper smelly sort;

An' once I 'eld gerani-ums was gayer than the rest,

But now I likes the lavender, a little sprig o' lavender,

I likes a bit o' lavender the best.


An Infant Prodigy.