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The Song of the Shirley Poppy Fairy

'We were all of us scarlet, and counted as weeds,

When we grew in the fields with the corn;

Now, fall from your pepper-pots, wee little seeds,

And lovelier things shall be born!

You shall sleep in the soil, and awaken next year;

Your buds shall burst open; behold!

Soft-tinted and silken, shall petals appear,

And then into Poppies unfold-

Like daintiest ladies, who dance and are gay,

All frilly and pretty to see!

So I shake out the ripe little seeds, and I say:

"Go, sleep, and awaken like me!"

(A clergyman, who was also a clever gardener, made these many-coloured poppies out of the wild ones, and named them after the village where he was the Vicar.)