i 2 8 ARBOR DAY 



A SPRING SONG 



ANONYMOUS 



OLD Mother Earth woke up from her sleep, 



And found she was cold and bare; 

 The winter was over, the spring was near, 



And she had not a dress to wear. 

 "Alas!" she sighed, with great dismay, 



"Oh, where shall I get my clothes? 

 There's not a place to buy a suit, 



And a dressmaker no one knows." 



"I'll make you a dress," said the springing grass, 



Just looking above the ground, 

 "A dress of green of the loveliest sheen, 



To cover you all around." 

 " And we," said the dandelions gay, 



"Will dot it with yellow bright." 

 "I'll make it a fringe," said forget-me-not, 



"Of blue, very soft and light." 



"We'll embroider the front," said the violets, 



"With a lovely purple hue." 

 "And we," said the roses, "will make you a crown 



Of red, jeweled over with dew." 

 "And we'll be your gems," said a voice from the 

 shade, 



Where the ladies' ear-drops live 

 " Orange is the color for any queen 



And the best we have to give." 



