I know this isn't a poetry forum but...anyone remember the lovely one by AA Milne in When We Were Very Young? I just tried to look it up and failed so will try from memory...

She wore her yellow sunbonnet, she wore her greenest gown; she turned to the south wind and curtsied up and down. She turned to the north wind and shook her yellow head, and whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead." There are also some lovely lines from another in the same book... Where am I going? I don't quite know... up on the hill where the pine trees blow... down in the fields where the bluebells grow... anywhere, anywhere. I don't know. In another verse it's kingcups growing. Aah, and my window doesn't even open here at the office!