Daylily, Daffodil

Such a prim and proper lady

Is the Daffodil

Not at all like the Daylily,

Swept about by whim or will


And she is so tall, and stiff and sweet

In her yellow crepe robes,

But the wild Daylily’s petals

Have such sprawling lobes


Still, the daylily has her charm

So lush and full of pride

But jealous is the daffodil

So don’t plant them side-by-side

The End

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