Daisy, Daisy

2015-06. Daisies.

Daisy, daisy, give me a moment or two.
I’m half crazy, sitting here talking to you.
The grass is growing long now,
My head is filled with song now.
But you look sweet and kind of neat,
All covered in morning dew.

Daisy, Β Daisy, how did you grow so tall?
Like a sunflower standing against the wall.
The breeze is blowing gently,
While you just sway contently,
Holding strong to petals long,
Allowing them not to fall.

Daisy, Daisy, your yellow is oh so bright.
Scented pollen is Β given off with this sight.
A visit from Mr Bumble,
Plays on without a stumble,
And so we see our Mr B,
Buzzing off with delight.


12 thoughts on “Daisy, Daisy

    • Thanks, I fear the verse was lost on the younger generation. Eldest daughter had never heard of our dear Daisy, let alone her bicycle made for two. πŸ™‚

  1. Yes, I agree, good words – and I like the picture a lot – the two bits of tree foliage, one on either side, then the beautiful daisies sharp – and all that green and brown speckling in the backdrop. Good stuff! A πŸ™‚

    • Glad you liked the picture. I’ll happily admit to being quite pleased with it too. πŸ™‚
      But tell me, did the words of the poem rattle along in your head to a tune about a bicycle made for two? πŸ™‚

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