There’s a girl in the yard
Surrounded by daisies
Loves me,
Loves me not.
Loves me,
Loves me not.
Loves me not?
And the daisy flies into the pile of wilted stems at her feet.
She picks another.
Loves me,
Loves me not.
Loves me,
Loves me not.
Loves me not.
Another daisy goes flying.
Loves me not.
Loves. Me. Not.
Another, flying.
The pile at her feet grows.
She keeps picking new daisies.
Loves me,
Loves me not.
Loves me,
Loves me not.
Loves me.
Loves me.
Finally.
She tucks the daisy behind her ear,
Kicks the pile of loves me nots out of the way
And sets out to conquer the world.