THREE plum buns To eat here at the stile In the clover meadow, For we have walked a mile. One for you, and one for me, And one left over: Give it to the boy who shouts To scare sheep from the clover. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE THE COLORED BAND by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CHIQUITA by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ELOISA TO ABELARD by ALEXANDER POPE THE WORLD: A CHILD'S SONG by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS MANNERLY MARGERY, MILK AND ALE by JOHN SKELTON VISIONS OF THE WORLDS VANITIE by EDMUND SPENSER |