I had to edit this poem a bit to make it fit! This is how it goes unedited:

It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry,
For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky,
And when down the midnight the owl call "to-whoo"!
Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too;
Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb,
So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.”
~ Clinton Scollard

Our daffodils have totally exploded into bloom and are looking magnificent! We currently have lovely cream-colored flowers with lemon-yellow cups and we also have these traditional beauties all in yellow. I never tire of these incredible flowers and I often wonder when gazing at them what it must be like to find them growing in the wild! How stunning it must be!

Clinton Scollard (1860–1932) was a prolific American poet and occasional writer of fiction. He was a Professor of English at Hamilton College, and collaborator and husband of Jessie Belle Rittenhouse. Wikipedia: Clinton Scollard