And did daisies bloom in February
When I grew to be a lass?
When Slade were eternal Number 1
And the Pickets flew in en masse
When the robins rocked with the Jackson 5
And Michael was sure of himself
When a girl’s greatest dread was that Donnie would wed
And she’d finish her life on the shelf
And did Ziggy really play guitar
With his lizard-like, androgyne hands?
Did Bolan’s hair explode with frogs
As he rode a white swan through the lands?
Did I care to watch flowers in the rain
Or were lilies pink in the past?
Or did I dance fleet on my tiger feet
Unaware that these days wouldn’t last?
Ah, did daisies bloom in February,
And would I have cared if they had?
My life was a whirl of Chelsea Girl
And there just wasn’t time to be sad