Songs for Parents: Parade by John Chipman Farrar

The scarlet trumpet flowers are gay And yet they never seem to play, They never trumpet up the dawn Nor blow retreat across the lawn.

But oh, to-day I heard a strain, A happy, martial, quick refrain, As down across the garden grass I saw the marching flowers pass:

Gaudy phlox and flaunting rose, Stiff and straight and on their toes, And, blaring from the garden wall, The trumpet flower led them all.