A carpet full of clover
Adorns the meadow grass
A pond without a ripple
Looks like a sheet of glass
Where buttercups and daisies grow
Like jewels among the green
Many three leafed clovers found
Few four leafed clovers seen
Children in their Sunday dresses
Covered by their crisp white smocks
Collect the daisies making chains
To thread within their golden locks
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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