Dainty little Daisy
Sits waiting for the sun--
Says she's almost crazy
To take a little run
On the hill to show her frill,
Or by the road to stray;
But she's kept in-doors till
Spring says she may.
Dandy little Buttercup,
Waiting for June weather,
In his earthy bed tucked up,
Wakes, and wonders whether
He will sprout and soon shine out
In his gold array,
Or in doubt be left to pout
Till Spring says he may.
Pussy-Willow, soon astir,
Makes an early start,
Thickens all her silver fur
Just to look smart;
Longs to break the spell, and take
Her own sweet way
Before the rest are wide awake;
And Spring says she may.