Uncle Rob says: <br />Once the daisies all were white, <br />Till a baby fellow <br />Ate his supper down one night, <br />And stained his face all yellow. <br /> <br /> <br />Smeared with butter, off to bed <br />Crept the sleepy flower. <br />'Fie!' the good nurse dew-drop said, <br />Come now to my bower. <br /> <br /> <br />'Let me wash you clean, I pray, <br />Like the pink and rosy.' <br />But the daisy pulled away <br />Like a stubborn posy. <br />All unwashed he went to sleep, <br />Naughty little fellow. <br />Ever since he's had to keep <br />That great patch of yellow. <br />So Uncle Rob says.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-the-daisies-are-not-all-white/
