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Слушать(AI)Why The Daisies Are Not All White
Uncle Rob says:
Once the daisies all were white,
Till a baby
Ate his supper down one night,
And stained his face all yellow.
Smeared with butter, off to
Crept the sleepy flower."Fie!" the good nurse dew-drop said,
Come now to my bower."Let me wash you clean,
I pray,
Like the pink and rosy."But the daisy pulled
Like a stubborn posy.
All unwashed he went to sleep,
Naughty little fellow.
Ever since he's had to
That great patch of yellow.
So Uncle Rob says.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850 – October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her works include Poems of Passion and Solitude, whic
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