When I was very little, and had been put to bed, A many little "think-abouts" went running in my head. "Think of buttercups and daisies," was what my mother said. So I saw the flowers nodding to each other on the grass, And I knew that they were talking of what would come to pass. Flowers told me many secrets when I was a little lass. And I have formed the habit, if I ever have the "pouts," Of wearing them with flowers -- with my questions, too, and doubts, Into garlands, and the flowers answer all my "think-abouts." |