I Spy (verses printed here and there across the page)

I spy, blue sky, up high, O my!
Buttercup, sup it up, good but, not enough.
Clematis, scented bliss, sweeter than a princess kiss.
Daffodil, what a thrill, little faces on a hill, like a yellow oil spill.
Rose bud, in the mud, colour of a drop of blood.
Oak tree, knight me, down on, bent knee.
Good God, up above, send us some Love.