Daisy's song

The sun, with his great eye,

Sees not so much as I;

And the moon, all silver, proud,

Might as well be in a cloud.

And the spring -- the spring!

I lead the life of a king!

Couch'd in the teeming grass,

I spy each pretty lass.

I look where no one dares,

And I stare where no one stares,

And when the night is nigh,

Lambs bleat my lullaby.