My favourite Poem.
The Buckle by RL Stevenson
I had a silver buckle.
I sewed it on my shoe,
And 'neath a sprig of mistletoe
I danced the evening through!
I had a bunch of cowslips,
I hid them in a grot
In case the elves should come by night
And me remember not.
I had a yellow riband
I tied it in my hair
That walking in the garden,
The birds might see it there.
I had a secret laughter,
I laughed it near the wall:
Only the ivy and the wind
May tell of it at all.