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 Picking cooling buttercups, Many pretty flowers, Violets, forget-me-nots, Spend happy hours. Chase the bee and butterfly, Where the summer daisies lie.

Ofttimes up the hills we go, Gather pretty flowers, Bluebells and daffodils, Spending happy hours, See little streamlets dance, Down the hill-side, See the rocks the sunbeams glance, Whence they glide. Chase the bee and butterfly Where the summer daisies lie.

LIX. TWINKLE, TWINKLE

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.

When the traveller in the dark Thanks you for thy tiny spark, He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so.