Algy flew over to an old mossy log and perched there gazing at the woodland floor. The more closely he looked, the greater variety of plants he saw; he was especially pleased to see some pretty little violet flowers peeping out from among the grasses and ferns. (Can you see them too?) He was reminded of the wee poem by Jane Taylor:

Down in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew,
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head,
As if to hide from view.

And yet it was a lovely flower,
Its colours bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there,

Yet there it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused its sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.

[Algy is quoting the first three verses of the poem The Violet by the early 19th century English writer Jane Taylor.]