Likin’ the Lichen…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Daffodowndilly by A.A. Milne

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And whispered to her neighbour:
“Winter is dead.”

 

 

 

 

 

Raindrops keep falling on my kale…