Yellow bells and purple bells and blue bells all a-chiming,
Mariposa lily bells and bells of rosy hue,—
What could more inspire us than your guerdon for our climbing?
Ring aloud, sweet blossom-bells, and we will come to you.
Perfume is your music; little sunbeams, you're the ringers.
Pull away right lustily with chubby hands of dew.
Waft the key-note lightly to the choirs of dreaming singers.
Begin the morning jubilee—the robins wait for you!