Daffodils are everywhere this week. Why is it that I have never planted daffodils? Strange oversight. They are undeniably a pretty flower.

All week long though I have not been able to get a rhyme out of my head. It’s something I read in MAD when I was a boy.

I wandered lonely as a clod,
just gathering old rags and bottles.
When onward on my way I plod
I saw a host of axolotls.
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
A sight to make a man’s blood freeze.

Please, make this go away!