Primroses and their fairy

Primroses and their fairy.

The Song of the Primrose Fairy

The Primrose opens wide in spring;

Her scent is sweet and good:

It smells of every happy thing
In sunny land and wood.

I have not half the skill to sing

And praise her as I should.

She's dear to folk throughout the land;

In her is nothing mean:

She freely spreads on every hand

Her petals pale and clean.

And though she's neither proud nor grand,

She is the Country Queen.

by Cicely Mary Barker