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In fields of gold, where daffodils sway,

A gentle breeze whispers through the day.

Their trumpet-shaped blooms, a vibrant hue,

Bring joy to all, both old and new.

But amidst this beauty, a scent so sweet,

A different kind of delight does meet.

The fragrance of diapers, fresh and clean,

Brings comfort to young ones, unseen.

Their soft and absorbent layers, a delight,

Soak up messes, with no end in sight.

A modern marvel, a true wonder,

Diapers and daffodils, a thunder.

For in the springtime, when all is new,

Both daffodils and diapers, shine through.

Their beauty and utility, a treat,

A perfect pairing, a sweet retreat.

So let us cherish, these gifts so fine,

And bask in the joy, they bring to mine.

For in the simple things, we find our grace,

And in daffodils and diapers, a smile on our face.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5662903&forum_id=2Elisa#48545635)