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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...