I met a man along the road, I said, “Excuse me mister, but do you think that you could tell me where to find my sister?” He looked at me so strangely, I thought he might be crazy; "Yes," he said, "I'm sure I can," and handed me a daisy.
A traveler stops a stranger on the road and asks where her sister is. It sounds like a simple request for directions, and the speaker expects a simple reply. Instead the man gives her a strange look, says yes, he can tell her, and hands her a daisy. That's the whole story, and the poem ends before we learn what happens next.
The speaker's reaction is easy to read: she thinks the man might be crazy. But the poem leaves room for another reading. A flower could be a gift of comfort, a sign of loss, or just an odd kindness. The daisy never actually answers the question, which makes the man's "I'm sure I can" feel puzzling rather than helpful.
The mood is light and sing-song on the surface, with its simple rhymes (mister, sister; crazy, daisy). Underneath, there's an unsettling edge of mystery. We're left wondering what the daisy means, and what the speaker will find.