There’s a dandy little fellow,
Who dresses all in yellow,
In yellow with an overcoat of green;
With his hair all crisp and curly,
In the springtime bright and early
A-tripping o’er the meadow he is seen.
Through all the bright June weather,
Like a jolly little tramp,
He wanders o’er the hillside, down the road;
Around his yellow feather,
Thy gypsy fireflies camp;
His companions are the woodlark and the toad.
But at last this little fellow— Nellie M. Garabrant
Doffs his dainty coat of yellow,
And very feebly totters o’er the green;
For he very old is growing
And with hair all white and flowing,
A-nodding in the sunlight he is seen.
Oh, poor dandy, once so spandy,
Golden dancer on the lea!
Older growing, white hair flowing,
Poor little baldhead dandy now is he!
(SONG OF SOLOMON, ii. 12.)
Now the winter cold is past,
And blithe March winds are blowing,
In sheltered nooks we find at last
Bright flowers of spring are growing.
Along the hedge-row’s mossy bank,
Where ivy green is creeping,
We see through weeds and nettles rank
The dark-blue vi-o-let peeping.
And in the sunny garden beds
Gay aconites are showing,
And snowdrops bend their graceful heads,
And crocuses are glowing.
God makes the buds and leaves unfold,–anonymous
All flowers are of His giving;
He guards them through the winter’s cold,
He cares for all things living.
The dandelion blossoms gay
From the fields have passed away,
And in their place left heads of grey.
Now, Minnie, won’t it be good fun
For each of us to gather one,
And sit and blow them in the sun?
Very hard we both must blow,— anonymous
And scatter all the seeds like snow,
That will be ‘one o’clock,’ you know.