They walked along listening to the singing of the bright coloured birds and looking at the lovely flowers which now became so thick that the ground was carpeted with them. They were big yellow and white and blue and purple blossoms, great clusters of scarlet poppies, which were so brilliant in colour they almost dazzled Dorothy’s eyes.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” the girl asked, as she breathed in the spicy scent of the flowers.
“I suppose so,” answered the Scarecrow, “When I have brains I shall probably like them better.”
“If only I had a heart I should love them,” added the Tin Woodman.
“I always did like flowers,” said the Lion; “they seem so helpless and frail. But there are none in the forest so bright as these”.
– L. Frank Baum, The Wizard of Oz, page 63