As dawn ushered in the new day, a ripple of excitement ran through the little colonies of bluets that dotted the meadow. “Wake up! Wake up!” they sang. “She’s here! At last, she’s here!”
They lifted their star-faces to the sky and beamed their brightest greeting. The May Queen had finally arrived, she whom they had waited for all winter. May, the Most Beautiful. May, the Flower Queen. Each of her days was a gift of love, drenched in all the hues of the heavens.
So now the bluets rose to sing their most joyous welcoming songs. And the melody of them danced with the songs of the birds, and the lyrics were secret words of affection.
“Oh-lah-rah-rah, sweet May Queen. Oh-lah-rah-rah-lu-lay.”