In a bed of tulips a daffodils there
A tulip says why are you here
Yellow and orange in a row of red
You do not fit in our bed
The daffodil replies I'm unique thats me
Everyone will want me wait and see
Just then a single flowers taken
Leaving the tulips a little shaken
On the window in the hall
The daffodil in a vase stands tall
Being looked after with tender care
All the tulips can do is stare
By Anne-marie Cockburn
