Toiling away at your work, Little sweet girlStirring and beating up something To eat girl.Measure the flour, the sugar, the meal,Add eggs, beat in butter and milk, Stir untilYour arms are weary, your muscles are tired,The batter so smooth makes flapjacks inspiredTo serve to your guests, your family, And friends.And brings out those smiles with the pleasure it sends.

As the evening's softy fallingPale green white bloomsBegins to unfurlWaiting for darkness To open, to unleashA musky scent that moths come to Moths that flutter in the shadowsHiding from moonlightCome to taste the blossom's nectar Like syrupy languid musicHeard in the midnight. 

Wildflowers in the pastureWave their bright faces In the waning summer sunBud, bloom, stretch, fade, fall,So fleeting, so full of lifeThen goneTheir days few Swiftly countedSoon past, like ours.