Now's the time when children's noses  
  All become as red as roses  
  And the colour of their faces  
  Makes me think of orchard places  
  Where the juicy apples grow,  
  And tomatoes in a row.
Poems (ed. 1923)
Now's the time when children's noses  
  All become as red as roses  
  And the colour of their faces  
  Makes me think of orchard places  
  Where the juicy apples grow,  
  And tomatoes in a row.
Poems (ed. 1923)