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. Bicycles! Tricycles!
2. The Pleiads
3. An Interview
4. An Idolater
5. Cats

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

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