Daisy's Song

HE sun with his great eye, Sees not so much as I; And the moon, all silver-proud, Might as well be in a cloud. THE FROST And oh, the spring-the spring! I lead the life of a king! Couch'd in the teeming grass, I spy each pretty lass. I look where no one dares, And I stare where no one stares, And when the night is nigh, Lambs bleat my lullaby.