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Double red daisies, they’re my flowers,
  Which nobody else may grow.
In a big quarrelsome house like ours
  They try it sometimes—but no,
I root them up because they’re my flowers,
  Which nobody else may grow.

Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it;
Ben has an iris, but I don’t want it.
Daisies, double red daisies for me,
The beautifulest flowers in the garden.

Double red daisy, that’s my mark:
  I paint it in all my books!
It’s carved high up on the beech-tree bark,
  How neat and lovely it looks!
So don’t forget that it’s my trade mark;
  Don’t copy it in your books.

Claire has a tea-rose, but she didn’t plant it;
Ben has an iris, but I don’t want it.
Daisies, double red daisies for me,
The beautifulest flowers in the garden.