June's Visit
My Beetles in trappings of green brushed with gold
Bring with joy all the treasures my carriage can hold.
And thousands of flowers for the children I strew,
With plenty for brides and sweet graduates too.
Attended with strains from Sir Cricket's wee band
I scatter my posies with prodigal hand;
I regret that my sojourn on earth must end soon,
But each year you may look for a visit from June.
from A Year With the Fairies by Anna M. Scott, 1914
