Where do all the daisies go? I know, I know! Underneath the snow they creep, Nod their little heads and sleep, In the springtime out they peep; That is where they go! Where do all the birdies go? I know, I know! Far away from winter snow, To the far, warm south they go, Where they stay till daisies blow; That is where they go! Where do all the babies go? I know, I know! In the glancing firelight warm, Safely sheltered from all harm, Soft they lie on mother's arm; This is where they go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DOG by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE RIGHT TO DIE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR GREEN SYMPHONY by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER ODE TO SILENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY KATHLEEN O'MORE by GEORGE NUGENT REYNOLDS THE SURRENDER by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |