Double Red Daisies

Double red daisies, they’re my flowers,  Which nobody else may grow.  In a big quarrelsome house like ours    They try it sometimes—but no,  I root them up because they’re my flowers,  Which nobody else may grow.  Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it;  Ben has an iris, but I don’t want it.  Daisies, double red daisies for me,  The beautifulest flowers in the garden.  Double red daisy, that’s my mark:    I paint it in all my books!  It’s carved high up on the beech-tree bark,    How neat and lovely it looks!  So don’t forget that it’s my trade mark;  Don’t copy it in your books.    Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it;  Ben has an iris, but I don’t want it.  Daisies, double red daisies for me,  The beautifulest flowers in the garden.