The sky is turning bright and clear. The earth is wearing red and green. Winter is gone; spring has come. The air smells fresh and sweet. The summer heat is not yet here; A little fox comes out to play. A bird is busy in a tree Waking a daisy from her sleep. Little daisy, little daisy, People call the flower the “day’s eye.” When she opens her eye, The springtime brings us cheer.
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What is a daisy?