Explore "Double Red Daisies" by Robert Graves on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Double red daisies, they're my flowers, / Which nobody else may grow. / In a big quarrelsome house like ours / They try it sometimes -- but no, / I root them up because they're my flowers, / Which nobody else may grow.
_Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn't plant it; / Ben has an iris, but I don't want it. / Daisies, double red daisies for me, / The beautifulest flowers in the garden._
Double red daisy, that's my mark: / I paint it in all my books! / It's carved high up on the beech-tree bark, / How neat and lovely it looks! / So don't forget that it's my trade mark; / Don't copy it in your books.
_Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn't plant it; / Ben has an iris, but I don't want it. / Daisies, double red daisies for me, / The beautifulest flowers in the garden._