Pansies on a bright cold spring daySmile at usFrom their spot in the flowerbed.Cheerful little fairy faces.

Angel in the gardenWatching fennel grow,Do you think its yellow flowersCome too slow?Seated on your pretty perch,Holding chin in handsGardens are the sweetest spotsIn any lands.Soaked in sunshine all the dayAt night-- stars overhead,There may be no finer sleepThan in a flowerbed.

Who says a dandelion is small?