Fresh as a daisy,
freshed faced and rosy,
and camomile laced,
and smiling away,
a beautiful lady,
a beautiful lady sat upon a chair,
upon the porch,
without a care,
in the glorious sun,
happy and content,
and enjoying every ray,
as the clouds they float gloriously by on their merry way,
and she watches her children play,
with happiness in her eyes,
and love in her heart,
love as warm as the sun that shines down upon her,
and accents her face so beautifully in every way.
