I  like  the  gold  for  the  lovely  hue;

I  love  the  feathery  leaflets,  too ;

So  that  is  why  I  like  them  best,

And  that's  why  they're  different  from  the

rest—
And  they  grow  in  California.
A  ROSE  BUSH

SOME  roses  of  a  creamy
hue
Upon    a   lovely   rose   bush

grew;

They  opened  wide  to  meet  the  sun
And  cried  with  joy,  "The  day's  begun."

Eight


TWO  ROSES

npHERE  were  two  roses  that  grew  on  a
-*-    bush,

And  red  was  their  lovely  hue;
There  were  two  roses  that  grew  on  a  bush,

Yes,  two  and  only  two.
But  their  wonderful  fragrance  was  so  sweet

That  it  perfumed  all  the  air,
And  I  went  dreaming  every  place

About  them,  yes,  everywhere.
ROW  OF  SHASTA  DAISIES

A    ROW  of  Shasta  daisies,

Waving  in  the  sun,
Every  one  a-smiling,
Yes,  every  single  one.
Every  one  a-nodding,

A-nodding  to  us  here;
But  they  will  fade  quite  soon  this  fall

To  bloom  again  next  year.
Nine


JUNE

OTHER,  please  do  let  me  tell
Something  I  know  very  well-
Ripening  is  the  golden  wheat,
Grass  is  growing  at  my  feet;
Blooming  are  the  roses  sweet,
There  are  poppies  in  the  wheat.
Mother,  please  do  let  me  tell
Something  I  know  very  well—

MARIGOLDS

A/f  ARIGOLDS  of  yellow,
*         Marigolds  so  bright,
Marigolds  a-smiling
In  the  gold  sunlight.
Marigolds  of  orange,

Such  a  pretty  hue;
They  will  stand  a-smiling

All  the  whole  day  through.
Marigold  is  the  right  name
For  such  a  merry  flower,

They  always  are  a-smiling,
Yes,  through  every  hour.
Ten


LYPIA  CHAINS

T  LOVE  to  make  my  lypia  chains
•*•     To  slip  over  my  head.
Once  I  made  one  awfully  long

And  I  wore  it  to  bed,
But  in  the  morning  it  was  torn,
So  there  I  left  it  all  forlorn.
