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FLOWER DANCE.
On, hearken and listen
When honey-dews glisten
At eve or at morn
On the flower o' the corn,
On the lips of the lily
And the daffydowndilly,
On the bud o' the rose
As it turns to unclose,
On the white daisy faces
That smile in their places.
Oh, hearken and list,
For this is the tryst
That brings the bee hither
A-tuning his zither
