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Fairie Slippers and Snapdragons Gather round me children for a story I will tell about a magic kingdom a place I know so well; where Kings Crowns are crimson and Queens Crowns are pink; the Little Red Elephants all ask for a drink. Sky Pilots and Kittentails the Old-Man-of-the-Mount, beauty no botanist could possibly count. The Fairies wear Slippers the Pussies have Toes; a place where all humans give thanks for their nose. The Bishop wears a Cap and Monks have a Hood; Butter and Eggs are beautiful but don’t taste very good. The Daisies give you Whiplash Scorpion Weed won’t sting, Spiderwort is web-less and Perky Sue won’t sing. This Morning’s in it’s Glory see the Bunny in the Grass bathed with Dainty Sundrops; can you smell Sassafras? The Prince’s Plume is yellow, Jacob’s Ladder blue as sky or maybe more the color of a newborn baby’s eye. The Shepherd’s Purse is empty as the Desert Trumpet blows; despite the heat of summer sun Snow-on-the-Mountain grows. The Smartweed cannot tell you of the Snowballs in July, of Buttercups and Sugarbowls or the oxen’s Goldeneye. Penny Cress is boastful of her golden Mistletoes, she sneezes when the Pepperweed gets caught inside her nose. The Whiskbroom does no sweeping near the Blanket Flower’s bed, the Houndstooth cannot bite or hear a single word we’ve said. Sweet Pea’s are really sour but it means that water’s near; Wolf Willow cannot harm us, no need for you to fear. Blue Eyed Mary is crying, Black Eyed Susan’s sad, neither caught the Bridal Wreath which made Mockheather glad. The Duckweed isn’t flying Nodding Onions all agree; Mule Ears cannot hear that crazy Loco-Weed. Virginia has it’s Creepers and Arkansas it’s Rose but New Jersey Tea is the one for me, as it warms me to my toes. It must be time for us to leave the sun is going down the yellow evening star is out, Shooting Stars are on the ground. Owl clover is waking up way past Showy four-o'clock; Beggars Tick and Sleepyheads are all too tired to talk. Now you know just where to go and find so many friends, its where my forest meets your trees and that’s just around the bend. |
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