Poem by John Bannister Tabb

A Bunch of Roses

  The rosy mouth and rosy toe
    Of little baby brother
  Until about a month ago
    Had never met each other;
  But nowadays the neighbours sweet,
    In every sort of weather,
  Half way with rosy fingers meet,
    To kiss and play together.

1. Foot-Soldiers
2. The Baby's Star
3. The Bluebird
4. The Woodpecker
5. Light and Shadow

Andrew Paterson A Bunch of Roses ("Roses ruddy and roses white")

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