Autobiographical Notes (verse)
Davies, Mary Carolyn
^Autobiographical Notes Rules for Flowers A very little flower said: "I'd like so much to sing A tune that popped into my head. Oh, may I, Spring?" But Spring said sternly: "Not at...
...The folks who made the old tunes knew A very great deal more than you...
...But Spring said sternly: "Not at all...
...Not me...
...Mary Carolyn Davies...
...I'd rather be The weeds that walk about Without...
...Don't let tunes pop into your head...
...A Pruned Tree They cut me and they prune me, They make me what they crave I was a little garden tree But now I'm but a grave Where dwells a ghostly garden tree...
...And all its dreams have moulded, too...
...Their loveliness a braggart shout...
...You'd rather be A garden, I suppose...
...Sing just the tunes you're taught to sing...
...Oh, no'm, I won't," the small flower said...
...You're far too new and far too small...
...Me Would you rather be a garden All in straight rows, Or weeds outside...
...They thought a tree just ought to be The sort of tree they told it to...
...That's much the more respectful thing...
Vol. 3 • April 1926 • No. 24
