I would rather have one daffodil
From the garden of a friend
Than to have the choicest flowers
When my stay on earth must end.

I would rather have a pleasant word
In kindness said to me
Than flattery when my heart is still
And life has ceased to be

I would rather have a loving smile
From friends I know are true
Than tears shed 'round my casket
When this world I bid adieu

Bring me all your flowers today,
Whether pink or white or red;
I'd rather have one daffodil now
Than a truckload when I'm dead.