Human Blossoms

Flowers! I love flowers! And I'll say that they are sweet !

But no flower has got pink toes on a pair of rose-leaf feet,

And no flower has got arms that go up round a feller's neck;

And no flower ever tells you that it loves you "Most a peck!"

And no flower is so weary when the long play-day is by

That it snuggles to your bosom, almost ready for a cry

Till you start to count its "piggies:' I love flowers! They

are fine!

But it's little human blossoms that have got this heart of mine!

It is little human blossoms-that can holler, and can run

With their hands held up to meet you when you working day

is done;

That your eyes begin to look for when you turn into your

street,

While your ears begin to listen for the patter of their feet;

That make your arms reach to hold them, and your face break

into smiles;

It's life's little human blossoms that make glad life's weary

miles!

And the bluest morning-glory-its rare blossom gemmed with

dew-

Ain't as pretty as a baby with its arms held up to you!

I know lots of millionaires- I know about them anyhow;

I know how their very presence makes men start to scrape and

bow;

But I never envy them none! They ain't got the things I seek!

Dollars can't climb in your arms and hold their cheek ag'in

your cheek

Like a baby can-and love you! Dollars seem plumb cheap

and cold

When they're put beside a baby that your arms can lift and

hold!

Millions are not necessary-roses may not climb your wall-

But life without human blossoms ain't worth anything at all!

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