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56 pages, Hardcover
Published June 1, 2002
'Tis I whom children love the best;We adults just think of them as weeds.
My wealth is all for them;
For them is set each glossy cup
Upon each sturdy stem.
O little playmates whom I love!
The sky is summer-blue,
And meadows full of buttercups
Are spread abroad for you.