These Are The Days When Birds Come

The Lovely Flowers Embarrass Me. They Make Me Regret I Am Not A Bee.

A Sick Room Is At Times Too Sacred A Place For A Friend's Knock, Timid As That Is.

The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were, The Nuts Are Getting Brown; The Berry's Cheek Is Plumper, The Rose Is Out Of Town. The Maple Wears A Gayer Scarf, The Field A Scarlet Gown. Lest I Should Be Old-fashioned, I'll Put A Trinket On.

Hold Dear To Your Parents For It Is A Scary And Confusing World Without Them.

Ample Make This Bed. Make This Bed With Awe; In It Wait Till Judgment Break Excellent And Fair. Be Its Mattress Straight, Be Its Pillow Round; Let No Sunrise’ Yellow Noise Interrupt This Ground.