
A host, of golden daffodils;And didn't anything Holiday sang sound wonderful even if the lyrics were poignant? Tell you what: you memorize or recite a Wordsworth poem and I'll hum a Holiday song . . . and/or vice versa. Deal?
beside the lake, beneath the trees,
fluttering and dancing in the breeze. . . .
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
and dances with the daffodils.
Labels: anniversaries, people of note, writing
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