THE DAISY-CHAIN.

THERE’S war among the daisies,
For each one strives to gain
A place of real honour

In Milly’s daisy-chain.

There’s fun among the blossoms;
They dance upon the tree,
They laugh to see the daisy-chain

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Till they grow pink with glee.

The wind steals by and listens,
And then he stops quite still;
He’s come to see the daisy-chain,

Away from: yonder hill.

At last the chain is finished !
On all the dear old trees
The blossoms shake with laughter

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Away, then, goes the breeze!

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