text: See, the grass is full of stars,
  Fallen in their brightness;
  Hearts they have of shining gold,
  Rays of shining whiteness.
  
  Buttercups have honeyed hearts,
  Bees they love the clover,
  But I love the daisies' dance
  All the meadow over.
  
  Blow, O blow, you happy winds,
  Singing summer's praises,
  Up the field and down the field
  A-dancing with the daisies.