by Evaleen Stein
Ah, ha, ha, now! who comes here Wreathed in flowers of gold and queer Tiny tangled curls of green Gayly bobbing in between?
Pretty token of the spring! Hark! we hear the bluebirds sing When we thus see little girls Decked in dandelion curls.
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