I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
But then my head began to whirl,
to twirl and swirl and whirl and twirl!
One daff, two daffs, yellow daff, gold daff,
Of daffodils I'd had enough!
And so I ran and ran and ran,
Coz I'm a running man, I am.
I flew down dales, I slogged up hills,
To escape those bloody daffodils!
I ran, I jogged till I was ill,
I puffed and staggered on, until—
I couldn't pick which path to take;
Through the woods, or past the lake?
I chose the wood, and the wood looked good,
I stopped in the middle and there I stood ...
Surrounded by a calmer hue.
Yes, blue's my colour, bluebell blue.
© D. K. Janotta 2013
