Tell-Tale

The Lily whispered to the Rose:
"The Tulip's fearfully stuck up.

You'd think, to see the creature's pose,
She were a golden altar-cup.

There's method in her boldness, too;
She catches twice her share of Dew."

The Rose into the Tulip's ear
Murmured: "The Lily is a sight;
Don't you believe she _powders_, dear,
To make herself so saintly white?

She takes some trouble, it is plain,
Her reputation to sustain."

Said Tulip to the Lily white:
"About the Rose -- what do you think? --
Her colour? Should you say it's quite --
Well, quite a natural shade of pink? "
"Natural! " the Lily cried. "Good Saints!

Why, _everybody_ knows she paints! "