Tomorrow's The First of May
by Pauline More Wetzel
I've all my baskets ready,
I've been to the woods today,
To get the dear spring flowers-
Tomorrow's the first of May.
Hepaticas were hard to find,
And windflowers are so frail,
But, in the marsh, the marigolds,
And violets never fail.
Tonight I'll hang my baskets,
Then ring, and run away.
I'm so happy I can hardly wait-
Tomorrow's the first of May.
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