Our dilly dallying in the daffodils is now no more
Many have been dropping to the floor
Lockdown is upon us, the plague drawing near
Will the days of old come upon us? Will we still smell the daffodils we hold dear?
The daffodils smelt so ever sweet
The memories of the daffodil past haunts me in my sleep
In my slumber I still remember
The things we do in the daffodil summer
The field of daffodils call upon me
Yet I cannot answer for the plague will make me wither
The plague may make the everglades fall
The daffodils will gladly catch their fall.
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