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_All in unison_:

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

_Arbor Day._

Thank you, blossoms, sweet and tender,
I your kindness shall remember.

_Rose_ (turning to flowers and holidays).

Nature laughs in gleeful joy,
In songbirds trill, in flowerlets coy,
Shall we, also, voices raise,
Sing our gentle spring queen's praise?

(School children, Holidays and Flowers sing while Flowers join hands
and dance about in circle.)

(Tune: Campbells are coming.)

Springtime is here, tra-la, tra-la,
Brooklets run clear, tra-la, tra-la,
Birds are winging, flowers springing,
For springtime is here, tra-la, tra-la.

(Alternate girls step inside circle, face outward, other circle about.)

The gentle May breeze, tra-la, tra-la,
Plays o'er the green leas, tra-la, tra-la,
Dandelions twinkle, violets sprinkle,
The sward 'neath the trees, tra-la, tra-la.

(Each girl in inner circle gives her right hand to left hand of girl in
outer circle, thus in "wheel form" they circle singing.)

The garden flowers gay, tra-la, tra-la,
Are here to stay, tra-la, tra-la,
The rich red roses, and all pretty posies,
Say springtime is here, tra-la, tra-la.

(Dropping hands in single file they pass to back of stage singing.)

Springtime is here, tra-la, tra-la,
Brooklets run clear, tra-la, tra-la,
Birds are winging, flowers springing,
For springtime is here, tra-la, tra-la.

_Arbor Day._

Thank you, friends, greeting sweeter,
Never yet a queen had greet her.
But who comes now in trim array
So straight and proud,--tell me, pray?

_Trees enter_ (carrying budded boughs of trees; they march and
countermarch in simple march figures, while piano plays "Campbells are
coming," or "Narcissus." They form in line, each saluting queen as he
speaks his line.)

_First boy:_

The Maple gives us grateful shade;

_Second boy:_

The Laurel's honors never fade;

_Third boy:_

The Chestnut's flowers are fine to see;

_Fourth boy:_

But the Apple's are better, thinks the bee;

_Fifth boy:_

The Fir tree softly seems to sigh;

_Sixth boy:_

The Spruce lifts up its head so high;

_Seventh b