Daisy's Song - Poem by John Keats

I 
The sun, with his great eye, 
Sees not so much as I; 
And the moon, all silver-proud, 
Might as well be in a cloud. 
II 


And O the spring- the spring 
I lead the life of a king! 
Couch'd in the teeming grass, 
I spy each pretty lass. 
III 

I look where no one dares, 
And I stare where no one stares, 
And when the night is nigh, 
Lambs bleat my lullaby