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.