Why The Daisies Are Not All White

Uncle Rob says:

Once the daisies all were white,

Till a baby

Ate his supper down one night,

And stained his face all yellow.

Smeared with butter, off to

Crept the sleepy flower."Fie!" the good nurse dew-drop said,

Come now to my bower."Let me wash you clean,

I pray,

Like the pink and rosy."But the daisy pulled

Like a stubborn posy.

All unwashed he went to sleep,

Naughty little fellow.

Ever since he's had to

That great patch of yellow.

So Uncle Rob says.