Garfield by Jim Davis for April 14, 1996

Transcript:

Jon: Ready, boys? Time for the "Rite of the Daisy"! Garfield: Spare me. Jon: We dress as daisies to be at one with them. Garfield: Yeah, don't want to stampede them. Jon: Ode to a Daisy, by Jon Arbuckle. (ahem)..."The noble daisy makes nary a sound. It doesn't fly, it's stuck in the ground... But for such a thing that grows in the dirt...it sure don't make mine own eyes hurt". Well, what do you... Oh, no! What did I do? Garfield: Just promise me you won't write a poem about pets.