WILLIE’S flowers: 
And wlien slie gave a joyful sLout, 
Tlie little fellow turned about, 
His apron wMte, was running over, 
With. DAISIES, BUTTEECUPS and CLOYEE. 
Tbe darling feared lie was to blame, 
And some excuse be needs must frame, 
So, witb a lovely bttle smile. 
Eyeing bis pretty flowers tbe while, 
“Me run, till Willy almost faint. 
To pick sweet flowers for Ma-ma paint.” 
Wbat mother but would press witb joy. 
Close to her heart tbe wandering boy? 
But when be learned bow sad she’d been, 
He promised ne’er to stray again. 
That honest face, tbe mother knew. 
Told nothing that be would not do. 
Tbe rest of that day’s happy hours. 
She spent in painting WiUie’s flowers. 
And never since, e’en to this day. 
Has bttle Willy run away. 
