THREE plum buns To eat here at the stile In the clover meadow, For we have walked a mile. One for you, and one for me, And one left over: Give it to the boy who shouts To scare sheep from the clover. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM TO THE LADYBIRD by MOTHER GOOSE RAILROAD RHYME by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: OCTOBER by EDMUND SPENSER CHANT OF DEPARTURE; A MISSIONARY'S PRAYER by ALFRED BARRETT THE MAID by KATHERINE MARIE CORNELIA BREGY |