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AN EXPLANATION
The Meddy she wuz sorry
For her sister Sky, ye see,
Coz, though her robe of blue wuz bright,
’T was plain as it could be.
An’ so she sent a skylark up
To trim the Sky robe right
Wi’ daisies from the Meddy
(Ye kin see them best at night).
An’ every scrap of blue cut out
To make them daisies set
Come tum’ling down upon the grass
An’ growed a violet.
