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what's o'clock
Or smell it perhaps? What do you think?
There's a hocus-pocus to-day in my ink
Which would not let me write a line,
And I itch for the sight of a columbine.
Tell me, have you noticed anything
Which points to a near-by Summering?"
"Oh yes," said little Number One,
"All day I have felt the sun,
I saw it on a wheat-straw bonnet
I was making, the sun lay upon it,
And I thought the muslin blue-bells were sweet."
"That," said Mr. Keats, "is proof complete."
Said Number Two, "I pricked my thumb
Three times running, and fair days come
After three pricks, it is always so.
Grandmother taught me long ago."
"I dreamt last night," said Number Three,
"Of a great thick-leaved fuchsia-tree
Full of blossoms, purple and red,
There's a hocus-pocus to-day in my ink
Which would not let me write a line,
And I itch for the sight of a columbine.
Tell me, have you noticed anything
Which points to a near-by Summering?"
"Oh yes," said little Number One,
"All day I have felt the sun,
I saw it on a wheat-straw bonnet
I was making, the sun lay upon it,
And I thought the muslin blue-bells were sweet."
"That," said Mr. Keats, "is proof complete."
Said Number Two, "I pricked my thumb
Three times running, and fair days come
After three pricks, it is always so.
Grandmother taught me long ago."
"I dreamt last night," said Number Three,
"Of a great thick-leaved fuchsia-tree
Full of blossoms, purple and red,
