Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Opening their golden caskets to the sun,

The buttercups make schoolboys eager run,
The buttercups make schoolboys eager run,
The buttercups make schoolboys eager run,
To see who shall be first to pluck the prize—
To see who shall be first to pluck the prize—
Up from their hurry, see, the skylark flies,
Up from their hurry, see, the skylark flies,
And o'er her half-formed nest, with happy wings
And o’er her half-formed nest, with happy wings
Winnows the air, till in the cloud she sings, —John Clare
Winnows the air, till in the cloud she sings,
—John Clare

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