A ship to distant foreign shoresTo great adventure, to explore.Sail off with pirates and parrots,Inside a young boy's dreams.

DaffodilsGreet me at the gateWaving bright trumpets Like flagsCome out, come out,Or you'll be late For spring.

Only a week ago you sproutedA shock of yellow hairNow with a company of elderlyMen you trudge gray-headedUp the slope of the hill.Beware of children With pursed lips, cheeks puffed! Wear a hat lest the spring windSend your toupee a-flying.