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Show (Si, Daddy s t20dEveii! Fairy Tale ?y-VKY GRAHAM BONNER jl arrMwl w utuw wnrvtM - BLACK-EYED SUSANS "We are also called Ox-Eye daisies," the beautiful Black-Eyed Susans said, as they stood In the field, holding their i bright, bright faces up to the sun. Their faces were frank and open and the black centers in their burnt-orange frocks made so wonderful a contrast. "We belong very largely to the great fields through the west," they said, "but we've traveled, too. Tou can find us everywhere. "We scatter our pollen about. There Is nothing mean or stingy about the way we do this. "Of course that is of help to us. too, but then we are naturally cordial and full of strength and enthusiasm. "We have sweet drinks to offer, too, so we are not without hospitality. . ."Xou will see us along the roadsides or In the fields or playing 'I spy' with the members of the Clover family. "Sometimes you will come to see us on a warm summer afternoon when the bees are buzzing and when the air seems humming with the joy of warm sunshine and clear blue sky. "Maybe you will be having a picnic and maybe after you have finished eat ing you will take a little nap. Then,. It is possible, we may sing" to you. "Perhaps we will sing this song, though we have a number of songs to - m i "We Are Also Called Ox-Eye Daisies." ling. But perhaps It will be tin one, when you hear us :" We love the warm sun. We love the blue sky. We love the meadow, We welcome you nigh. We love the warm air, We love the farm air, We love the flower friends. We love the day fair. , We love our gay clothes, We love colors bright, We love orange and black, You can tell that at sight. We scatter the pollen, We like to grow up. We want others to follow us, We bid you come, sup! If you've had all you want Don't bother with more, But we offer our- sweetness If our drink you care for. Perhaps you will pick us, And do it with care, And carry us home For a change of the air. We don't mind at all. Take ua along If you wlah But please give our stems A deep and broad dish. We don't like the cold, Wo welcome sun heat, We love the great fields, They lure our flower feet. Which means, do you see. That they bid us to come, Not by words but by charm Of their warm, sunny hum. Ah, Ah, " Ah! You're waking up now! Good-day! Our best bowl |