·The·First·Rose·of·Summer·“Oh, dear! is summer over?”I heard a rosebud moan,When first her eyes she opened,And found she was alone.“Oh, why did summer leave me,Little me, belated?Where are the other roses?I think theymighthave waited!”Soon the little rosebudSaw to her surpriseOther roses opening,So she dried her eyes.Then I heard her laughingGaily in the sun,“I thought the summer over;Why, it’s only just begun!”
“Oh, dear! is summer over?”I heard a rosebud moan,When first her eyes she opened,And found she was alone.“Oh, why did summer leave me,Little me, belated?Where are the other roses?I think theymighthave waited!”Soon the little rosebudSaw to her surpriseOther roses opening,So she dried her eyes.Then I heard her laughingGaily in the sun,“I thought the summer over;Why, it’s only just begun!”
“Oh, dear! is summer over?”I heard a rosebud moan,When first her eyes she opened,And found she was alone.
“Oh, why did summer leave me,Little me, belated?Where are the other roses?I think theymighthave waited!”
Soon the little rosebudSaw to her surpriseOther roses opening,So she dried her eyes.
Then I heard her laughingGaily in the sun,“I thought the summer over;Why, it’s only just begun!”