Doggerel - see The Hound Trail Post

You’re never lonely as the hounds
That float on high o’er vales and moors
A handsome posse trailing by,
(Not a host of golden Labradors)
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Following paraffin and aniseed

Bill's remaining verses can be left intact apart from the very last word - 'daffodils'.
Any suggestions budding poets?