Dere dey are, dem daffodils, out on de lawn wif dere heads
bent like candle-snuffers making de light go out.

Um serious, an you vas right, noting how ve had to learn
about vurds written about dos miserable skinny nacked taings.

Disgraceful! Der stems holding dem avay from de earf, uppity.
An dey don’t even die proper, don’t fall into de earf, return.