I wondered lonely as a cloud
being a grumpy so and so
and there I saw some bonny flowers
in the field below
in the field sat Wordsworth
looking glum and mellow
I said why don't you write a ditty
about those flowers white and yellow
and so he wrote his poem
it didn't take much time
he called the poem daffodils
because narcissus doesn't rhyme
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