They ate the Buttcrand-the-Eggs. 



The Hoiuy-sitckles, too, 

 And then, front golden Buttercups 



They sipped the morning dew. 



They fanned with Princes' Feathers, 

 And all mere gay, I ween ; 



" No room is here for Bleeding Hearts," 

 Quoth Lady -in-t he-Green. 



And some wore Lady Slippers, 

 And danced to mnsic fine. 



Of Lily bells a-swiuging, 



All in the glad sunshine. 



So, from the Morning Glory 



Till Four O Clock they stayed ; 



Dear flowers of the upland. 



Sweet blossoms of the glade. 



— VicK's Magazine. 





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