Tell me, sunny goldenrod,
Growing everywhere,
Did fairies come from fairyland
And make the dress you wear?
Did you get from mines of gold
Your bright and shining hue?
Or did the baby stars some night
Fall down and cover you?
I love you, laughing goldenrod,
And I will try, like you,
To fill each day with deeds of cheer;
Be loving, kind, and true.
