When I traveled to Rainbow lane
In a far off dream,
I saw a daisy,
the daisy was kissed by the gentile sun,
growing a bit each day,
On sad days the daisy drooped,
and the cloud's tears drizzled upon the daisy,
but sunny days always fallowed those damp days,
the flower smiled once again
and every evening the flower slept
in a soft bed of hay,
awaiting the morning sun.