Nature's Friend

Say what you like,

All things love me!

I pick no flowers —

That wins the Bee.

The Summer's Moths

Think my hand one —

To touch their wings —

With Wind and Sun.

The garden Mouse

Comes near to play;

Indeed, he turns

His eyes away.

The Wren knows well

I rob no nest;

When I look in,

She still will rest.

The hedge stops Cows.

Or they would come

After my voice

Right to my home.

The Horse can tell,

Straight from my lip,

My hand could not

Hold any whip.

Say what you like,

All things love me!

Horse, Cow, and Mouse,

Bird, Moth, and Bee.

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