Make me a picture of the sun — So I can hang it in my room — And make believe I'm getting warm When others call it "Day"! Draw me a Robin — on a stem — So I am hearing him, I'll dream, And when the Orchards stop their tune — Put my pretense — away — Say if it's really — warm at noon — Whether it's Buttercups — that "skim" — Or Butterflies — that "bloom"? Then — skip — the frost — upon the lea — And skip the Russet — on the tree — Let's play those — never come! |
