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.

Form: Lyric

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