Daffodils bring the joy of spring, When you see them it makes you sing, “Hallelujah to the LORD above, Who makes the daffodils with caring love. Then you go up a hill, And find a field of daffodils, Resting in pride and peace, And when the wind stops they cease.
First it starts out very small. Then it ends up very tall. First it buds, then it blooms and out pops a flower!