Daisies

Daisies, does he love me? Daisies, tell me true. “Loves me * * * does not love me” * * * That will never do! Why, you know, you daisies, Whatever you may say, He stole that knot of riband I wore the other day.

Daisies, one more trial; Let your petals fall. “Loves me * * * does not love me * * * Loves me,” after all! Thank you, darling daisies, And if it ends that way I’ll wear you in a garland Upon my wedding day.