“Come Edith and Walter,” said Philip,
“I’ll take you out walking to-day,
We’ll gather some daises for mama,
And crown her the Queen of the May.”
“I know a nice place where we’ll find them,
Where bright yellow buttercups grow,
The daisies stand up all around them
The daisies that mama loves so.”
“I’ll take the best care of you children,
For mama says I’m quite a man,
She’ll trust me alone with you always,
She knows very well that she can.”
“So come, little sister and brother,
We won’t have to go very far,
And mama will say when she sees us,
What dear little children you are.”