The May-Day Piper

 THE MAY-DAY PIPER by Anna Medary

The Piper pipes a pretty tune,
As he comes skipping on his way;
He pipes this very pretty tune
Because it is the first of May.

He pipes to all the sleeping buds,
The crocuses and daffodils,
He pipes to spreading trees that stand
Beside the roads, or on the hills.

He pipes to baby butterflies,
And funny, funny polliwogs,
That later on will grow to be
The very biggest, biggest frogs.

He pipes to little children all
To dance around the Maypole gay,
And then he makes a bow to spring,
And pipes and pipes and skips away!