She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
"Winter is dead."
-A.A. Milne
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Very pretty!
but sadly, none of mine seem to have survived the skunks...only one lonely ranuncula.
Post a Comment