I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
If the Coward Bumble Bee In his chimney corner stay, I, must resoluter be! Who’ll apologize for me?
Dear, Old fashioned, little flower! Eden is old fashioned, too! Birds are antiquated fellows! Heaven does not change her blue. Nor will I, the little Heart’s Ease— Ever be induced to do!
