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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