At the Water by Elizabeth Madox Roberts — Read

I liked to go to the branch today; / I liked to play with the wiggletails there. / And five little smells and one big smell / Were going round in the air.

One was the water, a little cold smell, / And one was mud and that was more, / And one was the smell of cool wet moss, / And one was some fennel up on the shore.

And the one big smell came out of the mint, / And one was something I couldn't tell. / And the five little ones and the big one / All went together very well.