Barefoot Days

  by Rachel Field

In the morning, very early,
   That’s the time I love to go
   Barefoot where the fern grows curly
   And the grass is cool between each toe,
   On a summer morning – O!
   On a summer morning!

 That is when the birds go by
   Up the sunny slopes of air,
   And each rose has a butterfly
   Or a golden bee to wear;
   And I am glad in every toe –
   Such a summer morning – O!
   Such a summer morning!