Down in the valley the violets
Are hiding their faces blue,
Timidly under their big, green leaves
And sipping the morning dew.
Out in the bright, morning sunshine
Up on the verdant hills,
Tossing their saucy heads in the wind
Wave golden daffodils.
Here in the garden the big, red rose,
With grace and dignity,
Reigns undefied in the flower bed
In truth and majesty.
Up in the nursery our baby girl,
With eyes of violet blue,
With curls like the golden daffodils
And cheeks of the roses' hue.
She is bashful as the violets,
As happy as the daffodils,
As lovely as the red, red rose;
Like the flowers our hearts she thrills.
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