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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 (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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