Daffodils from Spoke by Wobbie Wobbit

As crocuses prick the lawns with coloured darts
The emergence of the daffodils starts
Their finger tips pushing through the earth
Reaching for the new season's birth

Days becoming brighter
Evenings getting lighter
Dense clusters of fresh green
New untouched and clean

They lift their heads, still tightly wrapped at first
Waiting for the perfect time to burst
And unfurl their flags of gold
And raise their trumpets high and bold
With a flourish they shout
Winter is out out out

March on march oh yellow parade
Pulling sunshine into the shade
With a fanfare they sing
Bring in bring in bring in the spring

• Comedy
• Spoken Word
• acoustic guitar
• electro
• songwriter
• London