A little yellow daffodil
Was born one April day
And with a smile poked out her head
And shouted, “Spring! Hooray!”

I’ve come to open up my blooms
No time to waste or hide
And Then I have to grow my leaves
And stretch roots on every side

But when the sun was called to bed
And soft shadows came to creep
Our little tired daffodil
Laid down her head to sleep

“O child” God said and gently smiled
“I know there’s lots to do
But now just resting in my arms
Is what is best for you!”



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