The First Rose of Summer
“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!”