  The sweet grass grows Where the Daisy blows, But how sweet grass with its tender grace.. And the Daisy with its winsome face, Came to live in the same sweet place, Nobody knows. The sweet grass grows Where the Daisy blows, And under the shade of the tender grass The children saw some crickets pass; But why they were all in black, alas! Nobody knows. The sweet grass grows Where the Daisy blows; The children pulled till their hands were red; The grasshoppers shook with fear and fled; But what Sweet Grass to the Daisy said, Nobody knows.
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