Down on the daisy’s little threshing floor,
honeybees have set to madcap dancing.
Sweat slicks the sun, waters shimmer.
Soaring stalks of wheat flex the dusky sky.
Yonder in among the golden durra
girls – tomboys – slumber.
Their sleep smells of blazes.
In their teeth, the sun thrashes.
Down on the daisy’s little threshing floor.