Baby’s Apology

Dear little seed, queer little seed,

Tucked into bed in the garden,

Why don’t you grow? Why, don’t you know

Baby is asking your pardon?

Out, little seed! Sprout, little seed!

Baby did wrong without knowing!

Hoping for you, groping for you,

To see if you really were growing.

Break, little seed! Wake, little seed!

Baby will watch and not harm you.

Everything’s bright, everything’s right,

Nothing is here to alarm you.

Dress, little seed! Yes, little seed,

Fold your green leaflets around you;

There, little seed! Fair little seed,

Baby’s so glad he has found you!