Poem by Kate Greenaway

The Little Queen’s Coming

	With Roses – red Roses,
	We’ll pelt her with Roses,
And Lilies – white Lilies we’ll drop at 
		her feet;
	The Little Queen’s coming,
	The people are running – 
The people are running to greet and
		to meet.
	Then clash out a welcome,
	Let all the bells sound, come,
To give her a welcoming proud 
		and sweet.
	How her blue eyes will beam,
	And her golden curles gleam,
When the sound of our singing rings
		down the street.

1. It Was Tommy Who Said
2. Up You Go, Shuttlecocks, Ever So High!
3. In Go-Cart So Tiny
4. Now, All of You, Give Heed unto
5. Child’s Song

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