Long, long ago, in China I'm told, to England was treated some cheap, and so sealed the fate, in pieces of hay, all England and all of the world, yeah, poppies, when soon his majesty, sent soldiers and thieves, to India, searching for gold, instead, from the ground, some magic they'd found, all something far better, I'm told, yeah, poppies, yeah, poppies, yeah, poppies, And now the story told, from days of our own, when Gossamer, Daisy, Fran ran, they'd patiently wait, with pieces of hay, so everybody, could smile, one more time, poppies, yeah, poppies,
