Speeding west at sunset,
A golden moonbeam found
little Lady April
resting on the ground
Her Hair is tossed and wavy,
Twined with violets, too;
Her lips just curved with laughter,
Her eyes a misty blue !
The sunbeam paused and listened
To the fairy tale she weaves;
'Twas the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
Of the raindrops on the leaves !
-From Kindergarten Magazine, A Turonto Kindergarten