Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ❤️‎Տթɾìղƙℓєs, if Due❤️Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ
ཐི༏ཋྀSong of The Scarlet Pimpernel Fairy;༊
By the furrowed fields I lie,
Calling to the passers-by:
“If the weather you would tell,
Look at Scarlet Pimpernel.”
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When the day is warm and fine,
I unfold these flowers of mine;
Ah, but you must look for rain
When I shut them up again!
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Weather-glasses on the walls
Hang in wealthy people’s halls:
Though I lie where cart-wheels pass
I’m the Poor Man’s Weather-Glass!
By: C. M. Barker
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