Mary, Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow, with love and words from Frank Ellis.

MARY, MARY QUITE CONTRARY, HOW DOES YOUR GARDEN GROW,
WITH BEAUTIFUL WORDS LIKE THESE

PRIZE DAY
By Frank Ellis.

'Tis Prize Day in the school of flowers,
And all are gaily drest,
To see the prizes given away
To those who've done their best.
The garden flowers are gathered here,
As well as blossoms wild -
The daisy, clover, buttercup,
Loved by each little child.

Here's a prize for little Daisy,
Who's always in her place;
She came the opening day of school,
With her old simple grace.
Not once has she been absent
From meadow or from lea:
'Twere well if every blossom
Were as regular as she.

Hm that was strange , I think I have just found the Google Vaults

NOWHERE LAND
 
The Beetle who went on his Travels

THERE was once an Emperor who had a horse shod with gold.
 He had a golden shoe on each foot, and why was this?
He was a beautiful creature, with slender legs, bright, intelligent eyes, and a mane that hung down over his neck like a veil.

"The Secret Garden".
what better to have in "Nowhere Land"
Brilliant!

MATILDA
Who told Lies, and was Burned to Death 
Matilda told such Dreadful Lies, it made one Gasp and Stretch one's Eyes;
Her Aunt who from her Earliest Youth, had kept a Strict Regard for Truth.
Attempted to Believe Matilda: the effort very nearly killed her,
And would have done so had not She Discovered this Infirmity.
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