'Arold - The Reluctant Crocus

'Arold...come on out!
Raise your 'ead all about,
Show a bit of pride
To this springing world so wide.


'Arold...be you no son of mine
If never you don't come out and shine,
Glory be, boy, where's your yella...
Oh do come on out little fella.


'Arold are you truly there
Unfurl your petals if you dare...
Mother, mother speak to the boy
Is it he's just green and coy?


'Arold...be you no son of mine
If never you don't come out and shine,
Glory be, boy, where's your yella...
Oh do come on out little fella.


'Arold sprightly now, what say you?
'Tis no fright for you in the dew,
Glory be child, what matters a hint of frost,
Never a moment to count such a cost.


'Arold...be you no son of mine
If never you don't come out and shine,
Glory be, boy, where's your yella...
Oh do come on out little fella.


'Arold sweet 'n shy, bide your time then,
But, be sure to be out by ten...
Ours is to bring much joy and hope,
Of promise given free to those that barely cope.


'Arold...always a son of mine,
Gentle ever heart of thine,
Glorious forever in saffron yella...
Be it shy or coy little fella!



Patrick Heathcock (March 2006)