Flower Fairies of the Spring

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 lane 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.