“Hide-and-Seek,” Friend, July 1993, 30
Hide-and-Seek
I have a little sister,
Not much littler than me,
Who first thing summer mornings
Likes to play hide-and-seek.
She spots a chirping cricket
And stalks the bees that hum
To where the wild dandelions
Glisten in the sun.
She gathers pretty rocks
And cherries from the tree.
She finds four-leaf clovers,
But she never finds me.