A Poppy Song
When the sun comes peeping
Baby Poppy wakes herself,
Twists herself and shakes herself,
Throws aside her greeny bonnet
With the silver down upon it,
Says good-bye to sleeping
When the sun comes peeping.
When the bees come wooing
Lady Poppy crowns herself,
Nods her head and gowns herself
In the prettiest of dresses,
Scarlet crinkled frillinesses,
Knows what she is doing
When the bees come wooing.
When the wind comes calling
Mother Poppy shakes herself,
Brown and crinkled makes herself,
Opens little windows wide,
Drops her babies down outside,
Sees them softly falling
When the wind comes calling.