Cancer Free:

Her yellow crown
Trumpet shaped,
With golden tacels
Interlaced.

The pride of Wales
She raises her horn,
With tiny flowers
All adorned.

She plays her tribute
In person and song,
Her daffodils
Dance along.

The meadows pray
To and fro,
The whole hillside
Supports her show.

That sweet gift
To kill not lame,
It's all for charity
In Cancer's name.