You see merry Phyllis, that dear little maid,
Has invited Belinda to tea.
Her nice little garden is shaded by trees;
What pleasanter place could there be?
There's a cake full of plums, there are strawberries too,
And the table is set on the green.
I'm fond of a carpet all daisies and grass
Could a prettier picture be seen?
A blackbird (yes, blackbirds delight in warm weather)
Is flitting from yonder high spray.
He sees the little ones talking together;
No wonder the blackbird is gay.
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