I am ugly. O so plain.
I shall make a daisy chain
In this field with breeze stirred hair
Sunlit face and feet bare.
I shall kiss the buttercups
In the grass where the bee sups.
No one ever smiles at me.
I continue happily.
I’m not sad. I feel no pain.
I shall wait here for the rain.
Spread my hair among the flowers
Drenched in happiness and showers.
If by chance a passing boy
Feels some of my radiant joy,
I may seem pretty and not plain;
A queen crowned with a daisy chain.