A SONG
I’ve made a little song that sings Of butterflies with powdered wings Of fuzzy, yellow bumblebees. And clover bending in the breeze. Of golden clouds at sunset time And sandy hills that I can climb, Of purple berries on a tree And shells that listen to the sea. A part of it is like the tune Of tvinds that whisper to the moon. And part is like tlie magic light Of bonfires on an autumn night. When there is no one else about I’Tl let my song go floating out. And children in a far-off land Will hear it, and will understand.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 188, 29 October 1927, Page 27 (Supplement)
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104A SONG Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 188, 29 October 1927, Page 27 (Supplement)
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