Double Red Daisies

Double red daisies, they’re my flowers,

 Which nobody else may grow.  

In a big quarrelsome house like ours  

 They try it sometimes—but no,  

I root them up because they’re my flowers,

 Which nobody else may grow.

Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it;  

Ben has an iris, but I don’t want it.  

Daisies, double red daisies for me,  

The beautifulest flowers in the garden.

Double red daisy, that’s my mark:  

 I paint it in all my books!  

It’s carved high up on the beech-tree bark,  

 How neat and lovely it looks!  

So don’t forget that it’s my trade mark;

 Don’t copy it in your books.  

Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it;  

Ben has an iris, but I don’t want it.  

Daisies, double red daisies for me,  

The beautifulest flowers in the garden.