Daffodil Show by TuiGorge published on 2014-02-18T07:58:00Z New version July 2014 Daffodil Show In our little country school for nature study We each grew a daffo-dil to put on show Mine was sadly thrown at my buddy who made me slip be-cause the path was muddy And it wasn't planted so it couldn't grow I had to find a flower to dis-play Searching field and farm in desper-ation Found a cultivated patch of them one day picked a beauty then went on my way Thank the Lord a-bove for such good fortune We love the fragrant petals that bloom in the spring school flower shows all that kind of thing We're proud of our skills and quick on our feet we're full of the devil and life is so sweet I guess you already know I won the day the Heads congratulations and prize ribbons I basked in the glory of a sudden rise to fame re-leased at last from sin and shame My status in that school had swiftly risen We love the fragrant petals that bloom in the spring school flower shows all that kind of thing We're proud of our skills and quick on our feet we're full of the devil and life is so sweet Blackie burst in later to our class room he'd been checking his prize patch of daffo-dils In-sanely slashing with his cane and bellowing my name but he didn't get me I was gone too soon Out the back and down the track into the hills He caught up with me next day I'm sore and sad to say Ah the price we have to pay for our best moments. We love the fragrant petals that bloom in the spring school flower shows all that kind of thing We're proud of our skills and quick on our feet we're full of the devil and life is so sweet We love the fragrant petals that bloom in the spring school flower shows all that kind of thing We're proud of our skills and quick on our feet we're full of the devil and life is so sweet..... Here is the story it comes from. At our small country school Blackie the headmaster decided to have a daffodil show. At the end of the winter all the kids were given a daffodil bulb to nurture and grow which would be included in a daffodil show at the beginning of spring. I dont remember what happened to mine but it never got planted so never grew. When showtime came around and I didn't want to be left out. There were a few wild daffodils around but I wanted to put my best foot forward so looked high and low for a suitable bloom. The best I could find was in a back garden. There were heaps so surely no one would notice one less. No way. On the morning of the show so it would be nice and fresh I cut through the garden on the way to school and picked out this really fine looking bloom. The show went well. Judged by Blackie who'd been at the home brew and Miss Jackson the night before and was in a really good mood. To my immense pride my bloom was chosen for the main prize which I proudly accepted with Blackies congratulations and acollades from my fellows and teachers. Later Blackie burst into our one room class waving his cane and yelling about me being a pirate and having a future swinging from a yardarm. Someone had stolen his prize bloom. I got out pretty quick, shot down the track, hid in the gully in the scrub down the back. He got me for it next day though. Ah well theres always a price to pay for ones best moments. Genre pop country funk
