Wandering through the hedgerow green,
A wondrous sight was to be seen.
Little primrose, bright and fair,
Nodding her head, without a care.
Heralding the welcome spring
Winters past hear her sing…
Soft and yellow is her gown,
Nestling on a. dark, green crown.
Queen of the hedgerow, during spring,
Her reign is short, poor little thing!