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WHEN CHILDREN PLAY AND ROMP ABOUT by ANNETTE WYNNE

Last Line: Dear children, come, pick me, pick me
Subject(s): CHILDREN; PLAY;
WHEN children play and romp about,
We hear the noise of laugh and shout;
But little flowers laugh and play
Quite silently the livelong day;
They laugh and romp in sunny weather
And bend, and toss their heads together;
They call in some soft flower way.
And we can't hear one w^ord they say.
And yet, I think, they hear the sound
Of happy children playing round,
For each looks up with flower glee,
And says as plain as words could be:
"Dear children, come, pick me, pick me!"



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