I knew her once, well I thought I did,
A question mark defined her better,
But an exclamatiion she always was

Daffodillies

And the hills cried with the sound of daffodills,
What sound do they make thse daffodills ?
Never pursued , never revered, those walks among the daffodills,
William , those daffodills are no more, for you walk among those daffs and dillis.