This is a bliss,
It's a bit like Chris' eyedrops,
It's a bliss to switch your mind off in the company of friends,
And a stem of little flags,
Not a penny or a minute spent could ever make or win it,
It's a miracle to me,
I know you laugh,
But come on you must admit it's sweet,
The tiny little trumpeteers all playing at your feet,
And I hold it close and I look at it and sit,
And then I sneeze and then it escalates into a fit,
The more I look the less I find,
The less I find the more I look,
Take it slowly,
I'm taking it I'm taking it,
They are only in it for the sake of it,
A little company is everything and I need it,
Will you have some trust in me,
It's better you the daffodil and me,
Don't mind me, I appeared to have the fear then,
Well you'd better come round here then,
With a felt tip and a pad,
So I make my way across,
I get cross for needing people,
I arrive a little feeble but a little better off,
I'm at the door,
I'm on the telephone to you,
I'd press the bloody buzzer had I not forgot the number,
I just wait outside in a daze beneath the gate,
Here you come to let me in,
And so begins the session,
The more I look the less I find,
The less I find the more I look,
Take it slowly,
I'm taking it I'm taking it,
They are only,
In it for the sake of it,
A little company,
Is everything and I need it,
Will you have some trust in me,
It's better you the daffodil and me.