And dwelt in the midst of flowers;
Till we found that the world was a good-sized lot,
And most of it wasn't ours!
You're heavier, girl, than when you come
To us one cloudy day,
And seemed to feel so little at home,
We feared you wouldn't stay;
Till I knew the danger was passed, because
You'd struck so mortal a track,
And got so independent an' cross,