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The Zankiwank
Dear Flora came the wedding to see,—
The Cowslips had decked the bride,
The Red Rose trembled so nervously—
His blushes he could not hide.
The Daisies opened their wee white eyes,
The Pinks came down in rows;
“Forget-me-not!” the Lily cries,
“My own, my sweet Moss Rose!”
The Cowslips had decked the bride,
The Red Rose trembled so nervously—
His blushes he could not hide.
The Daisies opened their wee white eyes,
The Pinks came down in rows;
“Forget-me-not!” the Lily cries,
“My own, my sweet Moss Rose!”
The Violets cooed, and the Hare-bells rang,
And the Jasmine shook with glee;
While the birds high in the branches sang,
“O may you happy be!”
And the Jasmine shook with glee;
While the birds high in the branches sang,
“O may you happy be!”
The Flower-fairies were gathered there,
And every plant as well,
To attend the wedding of this pair
So sweet that no pen can tell.
But a cruel wind came sweeping by—
The Lily drooped and died. …
Then the Red Rose gave one tearful sigh,
And joined his Lily bride.
And every plant as well,
To attend the wedding of this pair
So sweet that no pen can tell.
But a cruel wind came sweeping by—
The Lily drooped and died. …
Then the Red Rose gave one tearful sigh,
And joined his Lily bride.
