Why The Daisies Are Not All White

Uncle Rob says:

Once the daisies all were white,

Till a baby fellow

Ate his supper down one night,

And stained his face all yellow.

Smeared with butter, off to bed

Crept the sleepy flower.

"Fie!" the good nurse dew-drop said,

Come now to my bower.

"Let me wash you clean, I pray,

Like the pink and rosy."

But the daisy pulled away

Like a stubborn posy.

All unwashed he went to sleep,

Naughty little fellow.

Ever since he's had to keep

That great patch of yellow.

So Uncle Rob says.