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 beautifullest 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 trademark; 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 beautifullest flowers in the garden.
DEAD COW FARM It's told in those old sagas, how In the beginning the First Cow (For nothing living yet had birth But Elemental Cow on earth) Began to lick cold stones and mud. Under her warm tongue flesh and blood Blossomed, a miracle to believe. And so was Adam born, and Eve. Here now is Chaos once again, PrimÆval mud, cold stones and rain; Here flesh decays and blood drips red, And the Cow's dead, the old Cow's dead.
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