Oh! What a beautiful day!
And how I love this multifaceted prism ray
If here at the post where I earn my daily bread
I also garner and nurture fresh, red lilies
Surely, I’ll thank the Lord for blessing me so!
Every blessed day I make hay
Because that day I’ll victoriously clutch the last tray
But if I come across a wanton thread
Then that will be a warning for his bullies
Well, call me beautiful; but never will I stoop so low