Little Penelope went out into the fields to gather a bunch of flowers. She went happily along, and soon came to a meadow gay with yellow buttercups. She picked a handful and then ran on, for she could see, just over the next wall, the red blossoms of a field of poppies. Even in debris, poppy grew stunningly and bright. One by one she carefully gathered those with perfect petals. When she was ready she set off home, and all the way she hummed her the sweetest songs.