poem

FOOLISH FLOWERS
Rupert Sargent Holland
We've foxgloves in our garden;
How careless they myst be
To leave their gloves out hanging
Where everyone can see!

And Bachelors leave their Buttons
In the same careless way,
If I should do the same with mine,
What would mother say?

We've lots of Larkspurs in the Yard---
Larks only fly and sing---
Birds surely don't need spurs because
They don't ride anything!

And as for Jhonny-Jump-Ups---
I saw a hornet light
On one of them the other day,
He didn't jump a mite!