The Daisy

The Daisy is a happy flower
& comes at early spring
& brings with it the sunny hour
When bees are on the wing

It brings with it the butterflye
& early humble bee
With the Polyanthus golden eye
& blooming apple tree

Hedge Sparrows form the mossy nest
In the old garden hedge
Where school boys in their idle glee
Seek pootys as their pledge

The cow stands browsing all the day
Over the orchard gate
& eats her bit of sweet old hay
& goody stands to wait

Lest whats not eaten the rude wind
May rise & snatch away
Over the neighbours hedge behind
Where hungry cattle lay
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