The old oaks and the buttercups and the village rector and the dear cows.
And how the buttercups and daisies dance To meet my dazzled glance!
Some that were standing in the furrows were hidden up to their middles by the buttercups.
He wasn't very interesting, Old Moneybags, but the buttercups were lovely.
The meadows, too, were yellow with buttercups, in which the cows waded ...