From Janet Coyle, Childwall, Liverpool, 1 May 2013:

Just got up to listen to the dawn chorus and remembered this rhyme from childhood:

The fair maid who, the first of May,
Goes to the fields at break of day,
And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree,
Will ever after handsome be.

As a girl I had no garden or countryside near home, so was unable ever to fulfill the requirements.

Image: Tisbury, Wiltshire; May 2015.