I Field and Garden
(All the Year Round)
The First Lamb
Take a bit of woolly stuff,
Kiss it till it’s warm enough,
Roll it up with play and fun,
That’s a lamb—a little one!
The First Shoot
He peeped up through the winter snow,
His little hands together—so,
I almost think I heard his prayer;
He did not know that I was there.
The Bulb House
The little bulb house is a house of brown,
Its doors are locked and its blinds are down
Winds may whistle and winds may creep,
The little brown house is a house of sleep.
But when the sun gives a golden knock
The blinds go up and the doors unlock.
The sleepy tenant will softly stir,
And throw off the garment that covers her.
And she will put on her dress with care,
A Hyacinth lady, tall and fair.
All this magic in scent and blue
You may buy in the shop for a copper or two!