Waking up in the morning,
Do the daisies see the sun,
And nodding still in lingering sleep,
Do they begin their jocund dance.
And then all through the day,
When there’s no shortage of rain,
Do they show signs of happiness,
Do they begin their sprightly dance.
Then spreading their foliage wide,
They welcome the world,
And then with a gentle kiss,
They wake you up from your sweet dream.
And then do they begin their entrancing dance.