"OH dear! is Summer over?" I heard a rosebud moan, When first her eyes she opened, And found she was alone. "Oh, why did Summer leave me, Little me, belated? Where are the other roses? I think they might have waited." Soon the little rosebud Saw to her surprise Other rosebuds opening, So she dried her eyes. Then I heard her laughing Gaily in the sun, "I thought summer was over: Why, it's just begun!" |