And bees, and yellow butterflies,
And beetles, brown and big and wise,
Went buzzing, flying all about,
And busy ants ran in and out,
And songs were in the deep-blue sky,
—I could not see, they flew so high.
But all about these things I know,
Because the daisies whispered low,
And told me all they knew—much more
Than I had ever dreamed before.