Poppies, golden Poppies, gleaming in the sun,
Closing up at evening, when the day is done.
Pride of California, flower of our state
Growing from the mountains, to the Golden Gate.
Flower of the hillside, flower of the plain.
Flower of the sunshine, flower of the rain.
California’s children, be they far or near,
Love the golden poppy, of our state so dear.
– Leila France