Manuscript:
Transcription:
Were I a poet I would tell
you in pretty four line verse
Of June, and her belongings
Of Sky and Grass
Of hill and dale
And Sun and Moon
All in the bonny month of
June.
–
Of daisies white
And violets blue
And butter cups
With hearts so true
–
Of dandelions gone to fuzz
Of bumble bees that buzz & buzz
Of red topped clover in the grass
That ne'er the boy or girl can
pass
