THE PIMPERNEL

                        The little pink pimpernel,
                        That border the way to the well,
                        They saw, they knew, and gazed their fill,
                        Though sorely against their will
                        Tied by their stalks to the earth;
                        And the angel who ruled o’er their birth
                        Forgot, it is said,
                        A tongue to each head,
                        So they had to keep dumb ;
                        But they all blushed red
                        Like the nail of a girly’s thumb,
                        When you bite it a bit
                        That a kiss may be
                        The healing of it.
                        And what did they see?
                        Why, from the well a woman all white
                        A woman all naked, fled out of sight!

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