I’m the daffodil that she calls May,
I came into full bloom yesterday,
My poor gardeners state, cos she planted me late,
Was one of unhealthy dismay.
I worked really hard for her praise,
When I popped through the soil in the haze,
She loves me you know, she keeps telling me so,
As she waters and feeds me I raise.
A sight to behold so she said,
She fits so well in that flower bed,
She bloomed for a reason, even if it’s out of season,
The one and only daffodil called ‘May’.