·The·First·Rose·of·Summer·
“Oh, dear! is summer over?”
I heard a rosebud moan,
When first her eyes she opened,
And found she was alone.
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!”
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.
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!”
Gaily in the sun,
“I thought the summer over;
Why, it’s only just begun!”