Wallflower, Wallflower, up on the wall,
Who sowed your seed there?
"No one at all:
Long, long ago it was blown by the breeze
To the crannies of the walls where I live as I please.
"Garden walls, castle walls, mossy and old,
These are my dwellings; from these I behold
The changes of years; yet, each spring that goes by,
Unchanged in my sweet-smelling velvet am I!"
From A Flower Fairy Alphabet
by Cicely Mary Barker