She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
“Winter is dead.”
~Daffodowndilly” A.A. Milne.
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1 comment:
The daffodils are lovely--I can almost smell them. Delightful poem!
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