17 December 2010 ~ 0 Comments

Wherever She Knelt

For Wherever she knelt
Sweet flowers she smelt
And the green of the leaves
In the sycamore tree
For wherever she sat
She took off her hat
Ant boweth to each bird and each bee
For wherever she roamed
There were hedgehogs and gnomes
And the bright summer sun gazing down
For wherever she strolled
There were flowers of gold
And she woreth Ma Nature’s crown
For wherever she sprang
Many songs she had sang
Of the birds and the beasts in the realm
For wherever she skipped
The grass it did tip
She was hidden with autumn
Then never seen
For wherever she went
I can tell you know not I
For wherever she’s seen
She’s clothed all in green
But she heareth plants
Wither and die

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