Dandelion, Fuzzy-top, must I stop my play? Do you s'pose my mother thinks I'm too long away? I had planned a lot of things I must do to-day. I was chasing butterflies when you made me stop. People say you are so wise, Fairy Fuzzy-top! Dandelion, Fuzzy-top, won't you tell me true? Must I hurry home again, 'fore my play is through? Seems as if I had about a million things to do! Sunny days are all so short,—and that is why, you see, I've really got to know at once if mother's wanting me. |