White Bear Lake, Minn.
In the early morning, the flowers are fresh, And the dew on the grass sparkles like glass. The pine trees give their shadows and the crickets chirp. The birds in the morning, soaring and soar ing, give a tweet of delight When they see this pretty site. Not a cloud in the sky, but the sun in your eye. Not a wind but a breeze with a fragrance of softness and blossoms too. Pretty little buds blooming all for you.