Daffodils in a sawmill with the will to survive can thrive.

And I do cartwheels when I don't get my own way!

What has today done to me, has it made me a miser, a scrooge like skinflint?
I hear operas from angels only to complain about the noise.

The choicest cut,
but I want that one
and as time goes on
I want it more,
the butcher has other ideas.

seek and ye will find
well
I find that behind me
others seek too

nothing unique
and when it is
it's patented.