Surrounded by a bevy of maids, she possesses the grace and dignity befitting the Woodland Queen. Her attendants comb her pale hair with a sprig of pine and offer her acorn cups of nectar.
The Primrose opens wide in spring;
Her scent is sweet and good:
It smells of every happy thing
In sunny land and wood.
I have not half the skill to sing
And praise her as I should.
She's dear to folk throughout the land;
In her is nothing mean:
She freely spreads on every hand
Her petals pale and clean.
And though she's neither proud nor grand,
She is the Country Queen.
Book: Flower Fairies of the Spring