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the daisy's mistake.
The lark has been waiting to sing you a song,
Which he practised in Cloudland on purpose for you!
Which he practised in Cloudland on purpose for you!
"Come, come! you are either too bashful or lazy!
Lady Spring made this season an early entrée;
And she wonder'd what could have become of her Daisy;
We'll call you coquettish, if still you delay!"
Lady Spring made this season an early entrée;
And she wonder'd what could have become of her Daisy;
We'll call you coquettish, if still you delay!"
Then a still, small voice, in the heart of the flower,
It was Instinct, whisper'd her, "Do not go!
You had better be quiet, and wait your hour;
It isn't too late even yet for snow!"
It was Instinct, whisper'd her, "Do not go!
You had better be quiet, and wait your hour;
It isn't too late even yet for snow!"
But the little field-blossom was foolish and vain,
And she said to herself, "What a belle I shall be!"
So she sprang to the light, as she broke from her chain,
And gayly she cried, "I am free! I am free!"
And she said to herself, "What a belle I shall be!"
So she sprang to the light, as she broke from her chain,
And gayly she cried, "I am free! I am free!"
A shy little thing is the Daisy, you know;
And she was half frighten'd to death, when she found
And she was half frighten'd to death, when she found
