Not sure what my hormones were doing...
Oh, to be a daffodil
And feel the warmth of spring,
Verily now 'tis witching hour
And the dead of night draws in.
So gather crumpets, cauldron, fish
With music loud and shrill
And into yellow scented bloom
Transform at once, you will.
(Idid, Fri 12 Aug 2005, 10:03, Reply)