Rhymes of a Child's World by Miriam Clark Potter - HTML preview

A LIKENESS

Some kinds of flowers are wild and free

And grow where’er they choose

Across the meadow, down the hill

Or underneath the trees.

But other kinds are caught, poor things,

As any garden shows,

And made to stand in planted beds

In straight and stupid rows;

And likewise, little children,

When morning brightest shines,

Are caught and planted down at school

In firm and even lines.