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'Good day to you, my lord' I said
As flower leaned his royal head
Dancing in the summer breeze
Brought in from gentle eastern seas

'Good day' he said and spun around
I saw his head on yellow crowned
To greet the graceful butterfly
With coloured wings on which to fly

But royal beauty never failed
As butterfly took off and sailed
On radiant, fleeting, coloured wing
But never beat the flower king

As in the yellow fields of May
With flower king is where I lay
Talking of so many thing
Of Jupiter and Saturn's rings

But as the darkness drowns the light
And endless summer bends to night
And all the world is standing still
There dancing is the daffodil