nd lassies in your train,
Now comes our gentle springtime fay,
The gladsome, happy Arbor Day.

_Enter Arbor Day_ (in white, crown of flowers, accompanied by two
small maids with flowers, accompanist softly plays Mendelssohn's Spring
Song).

_Chorus continues._

Each holiday brings joy and gladness--
Makes us banish thoughts of sadness,
Arbor Day, your reign is brief,--
But every blossom, every leaf,
Every bird of wood or field
Its fullest homage now doth yield.
May you be a happy queen,
We, happy subjects are, I ween.

_Arbor Day_ (while Chorus leads her to throne).

Thank you for your greeting hearty,
This will be a merry party.

_Chorus._

Our friends, the children, in meadows at play,
Are coming to join our glad holiday.

_School children_ (with baskets and bouquets of flowers pass to
right of stage, salute in military fashion, saying):

Dear Arbor Day, your subjects loyal,
Give you greetings, hearty, royal.

_Queen._

Thank you, friends, greeting sweeter,
Never yet a queen had greet her.

_Enter ten girls_ (in white with flowers in hands and in their
hair; they quickly and lightly run across stage and form in line; each
courtesies as she says her lines).

_First girl_:

I'm the queen, for I'm the Rose,
The proudest, sweetest flower that blows.

_Second girl_:

I'm shy Violet, from the wood,
You know me by my purple hood.

_Third girl_:

I'm the Dandelion yellow,
Some call me a saucy fellow.

_Fourth girl_:

I'm Anemone, shy and tender,
On my stalk so tall and slender.

_Fifth girl_:

I'm Morning Glory that climbs the wall,
My trumpet flowers softly call.

_Sixth girl_:

I'm Buttercup with a chalice to hold
The rich warm sunshine's yellow gold.

_Seventh girl_:

I'm Apple-blossom, my pink dresses
The bee admires, so he confesses.

_Eighth girl_:

I'm Waterlily, my golden heart
Keeps the sunbeam's glancing dart.

_Ninth girl_:

I'm shy Crocus, the first to show
My pretty head from beneath the snow.

_Tenth girl_:

I'm sleepy Poppy, from my home in the wheat,
I've come with the others our new queen to gr