Buttercup Talk

I’ll hold the buttercup under your chin so, you fair little baby-o!

Ah, you will love butter, day out and in, for there’s a gold light on your dimple-o:

And you shall have butter so good and sweet.

Ho! Silverhorn, feed on the clover and grass,

For the buttercup says my love will love but-

ter, and the buttercup’s saying will come to pass!