daisies - Popular Poems and stories from category

Uncle Rob says:
Once the daisies all were white,
Till a baby
Ate his supper down one night,

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 di...