The Tarnation Of Daffodils Poem by Robert Rorabeck

They drew marmalade and ponies and they wondered
Out amidst the yards until they regretted that there wasn’t
Any air-conditioning;
And the flies gathered around whispering like blue pig’s
Ears,
Until they somehow stumbled upon the Mexican dance
Where beer was five dollars,
But the yard behind the place just kept turning green and
Greener- filled with strangely polished
Equipment and wheelbarrows; it was a good place,
They figured to cut some wood to build a cabin- and to lay
Seeds in the ground to make the garden grow;
And each by the other sang out loud, and grabbing each other
Where they could, swinging around in the tarnation of
Daffodils trying to make even the wolves proud:
They did just that,
As the airplanes took noticed and landed from the sky all around
Them.