My oh' my, flowers whispered

Charms of swagger Rose-red

Lovelier came to Tulip asking for a dance

She mesmerized in his bright-looks

Fragrant-queen Lavender, swayed next to her

His eyes stuck on poor lily-white

She silently stood at the corner

His mischief eyes spoke, " Is She out of my spell?"

"Give me your hand delicious as the softy
And stately as the Rose in his pride"

But lily-white shy and simple hesitated to do

Blue Orchid swiftness interrupted the spell

Lily hid herself among the flowers




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