My mother frequently starts this poem, and I can help her along most of the first verse then we both get stuck. I think it reminds her of her school days - I guess we'll all be nostalgic in our 70's.
I wandered lonely as a cloud(please correct any mistakes)
that floats on high o'er dale and hill
when all at once I saw a crowd
a host of golden daffodils
Beside the lake beneath the trees
fluttering and dancing in the breeze
OK there I get stuck, any suggestions?