'Twas a bright, smiling day in the forest of Prilly,
when Kevin was singing and looking quite silly.
With an out-of-key song and a skip in his step,
he made a tough journey look less than a schlep.
Though, good Kevin had to stop while mid-song
as he came across something that seemed very wrong.
"A weed? In the forest of Prilly, no less!
something like this makes it look such a mess!"
But as Kevin stooped and eyed the plant nearer,
his identification of the weed became clearer.
"Aha!" he declared, though it didn't state much,
that is, until he said something as such;
"No! I was wrong! I was wrong, indeed!
For this plant is one pretty rose! Not a weed!"
Kevin clapped for himself, for he had done well,
until he had given the rose a good smell.
"Oh dear," he declared. Again, nothing stated.
"It appears that my information is dated!
For this is no weed or a rose, if you will.
This seems to be just one pretty daffodil."
Good Kevin leapt in the air with great glee,
for there was no truth that he could not see,
apart from the fact that the plant he had named
was not of the title that he'd entertained.
You see, in some cases, Kevin did succeed.
For example, he knew the plant was not a weed.
And also he figured, with the help of his nose,
that the plant before him wasn't really a rose.
Good Kevin, however, knew not much more
than a plain, old rock when it came to the outdoor.
You see, Kevin got one thing wrong that day
and yet he kept singing and skipping away.
So, just as he can't tell a horse from an ant,
Good Kevin couldn't name the Prilly-posh plant.