The Art of
Cicely Mary Barker
I am
Mallow; here sit I Watching all the passers-by. Though my leaves are torn and tattered, Dust-besprinkled, mud-bespattered, See, my seeds are fairy cheeses, Freshest, finest, fairy cheeses! These are what and elf will munch For his supper or his lunch. Fairy housewives, going down To their busy market-town, Hear me wheedling: "Lady, please, Pretty lady, buy a cheese!" And I never find it matters That I'm nicknamed Rags-and-Tatters, For they buy my fairy cheeses, Freshest, finest, fairy cheeses! |