  “Oh, dear! is summer over?” I heard a rosebud moan, When first her eyes she opened, And found she was alone. “Oh, why did summer leave me, Little me, belated? Where are the other roses? I think they might have waited!” Soon the little rosebud Saw to her surprise Other roses opening, So she dried her eyes. Then I heard her laughing Gaily in the sun, “I thought the summer over; Why, it’s only just begun!” |
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