The Daisies Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDAAEFFEBBG AHIHAIJKKHILMLMDDHHA AAAA| In the great green park with the wooden palings | A |
| The wooden palings so hard to climb | B |
| There are fern and foxglove primrose and violet | C |
| And green things growing all the time | B |
| And out in the open the daisies grow | D |
| Pretty and proud in their proper places | A |
| Millions of white frilled daisy faces | A |
| Millions and millions not one or two | E |
| And they call to the bluebells down in the wood | F |
| 'Are you out are you in We have been so good | F |
| All the school time winter through | E |
| But now it's playtime | B |
| The gay time the May time | B |
| We are out and at play Where are you ' | G |
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| In the gritty garden inside the railings | A |
| The spiky railings all painted green | H |
| There are neat little beds of geraniums and fuchsia | I |
| With never a happy weed between | H |
| There's a neat little grass plot bald in places | A |
| And very dusty to touch | I |
| A respectable man comes once a week | J |
| To keep the garden weeded and swept | K |
| To keep it as we don't want it kept | K |
| He cuts the grass with his mowing machine | H |
| And we think he cuts it too much | I |
| But even on the lawn all dry and gritty | L |
| The daisies play about | M |
| They are so brave as well as so pretty | L |
| You cannot keep them out | M |
| I love them I want to let them grow | D |
| But that respectable man says no | D |
| He cuts off their heads with his mowing machine | H |
| Like the French Revolution guillotine | H |
| He sweeps up the poor little pretty faces | A |
| The dear little white frilled daisy faces | A |
| Says things must be kept in their proper places | A |
| He has no frill round his ugly face | A |
| I wish I could find his proper place | A |
Edith Nesbit
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