The Art of
Cicely Mary Barker
Have
you seen the Box unclipped, Never Shaped and never snipped? Often it's a garden hedge, Just a narrow little edge; Or in funny shapes it's cut, And it's very pretty; but- But, unclipped, it is a tree, Growing as it likes to be; And it has its blossoms too; Tiny buds, the Winter through, Wait to open in the Spring In a scented yellow ring. And amoung its leaves there play Little blue-tits, brisk and gay. |