LITTLE sister, come away, <br />And let us in the garden play, <br />For it is a pleasant day. <br /> <br />On the grass-plat let us sit, <br />Or, if you please, we'll play a bit, <br />And run about all over it. <br /> <br />But the fruit we will not pick, <br />For that would be a naughty trick, <br />And very likely make us sick. <br /> <br />Nor will we pluck the pretty flowers <br />That grow about the beds and bowers, <br />Because you know they are not ours. <br /> <br />We'll take the daisies, white and red, <br />Because mamma has often said <br />That we may gather then instead. <br /> <br />And much I hope we always may <br />Our very dear mamma obey, <br />And mind whatever she may say.<br /><br />Ann Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-and-play-in-the-garden-2/
