How The Violets Came





The Meadow she was sorry


For her sister Sky, you see,


'Cause, though her robe of blue was bright,


'Twas plain as it could be.





And so she sent a skylark up


To trim the Sky robe right


With daisies from the Meadow


(You can see them best at night).





And every scrap of blue cut out


To make those daisies set


Came tumbling down upon the grass


And grew a violet.








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