Run run, little daise,
Run in flower fields.
Escape the chasers and the green grabbers.
Run run, little daise.
Run, into faded ground
For you, and for all the other daises in this field.
Your dye yellow
Daise, let them have it.
You were never a girl,
You were a flower of field,

Never give your dye, please,
Save it for momma and dadda, we trees
Look from above, we see you run
Run little daise,
They go faster,
But get those legs running,
Don't let them feed you
Unless we let you

Come. Come.
Little daisy,
We disentangle roots,
With achromatic light,
Come and seek,
These earthly pots of mine,
All you’ll find