Scarlett's Song

Sing a song of scarlet poppies in the corn, 
Sing a song of rosy blossoms on the thorn; 
Sing a song of robins chirping all the day 
When the nests are empty and the skies are gray. 

Sing a song of scarlet hips upon the brier, 
Sing a song of dead boughs reddening in the fire:
Sing a song of red suns, frost, and tingling blood, 
Sing a song of autumn flushing all the wood. 

Sing a song of Scarlett when the frosts begin, 
Heaping on the camp-fire store of prickly whin. 
Sing a song of Marian laughing through the wood, 
Sing a song of roses grown for Robin Hood.