Which may be the chosen spot.

No toad spy you,

Hovering bird of prey pass by you;

Spin and die,

To live again a butterfly.

An oak grows on a hundred years, But then it is an oak.

A pocket handkerchief to hem

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!

How many stitches it will take
Before it's done, I fear.

Yet set a stitch and then a stitch,
And stitch and stitch away,

Till stitch by stitch the hem is done-
And after work is play!