May queens with flowers in their hair
Flit back and forth with baskets, share.
The drops of sun shine they are flinging
Are small white flowers, what joy they’re bringing!
With small white fingers they braid their hair
In ripples of laughter they fondle with care.
And in their hair they weave some Thyme,
Some daisies, and Pansies and vines.
In bursts of glee they crowd around
A girl in golden flowers crowned.
Gentleness, Kindness, and love are her ways,
For she is the only Queen of May.
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