I thought I saw a birdy
It was just the other day,
But instead I chased a daisy
That was much too far away.

I thought I found a basket
Wove of all the finest things,
But it was only made of plastic
Broken lines and unwound rings.

It's too bad I never got a chance
To see exactly as you mean,
My view was always turned askance
Tracing patterns in sordid scenes.

I thought I met a butterfly
Who spoke the grandest words,
But it was just a lullaby
Sung all in tepid chords.