One scotch misty crack of dawn,
I dance my heart out from Mr. Khan's Lawn.
The amber began whistling on my skin,
Amicably glad, innate I feel the whirlwind.

While I'm strolling with the clinginess of the air,
I saw Abbie wearing her yellow stripes in despair,
I realized her Aster was nowhere to be found,
So we look high and low and go round and round.

After turning upside down from Mr. Khan's lawn,
We saw Aster wilted underneath the snapdragon,
So we fly him to Mr. Khan for his safe and sound.
"Don't you worry Abbie, he is in a good hand right now".

Forever after, Abbie shakes off her crestfallen,
Henceforth I began to amble for some pollen.
I noticed she meanders along with me,
Let us waft and flutter for some sweet and juicy.

From the calmness of September,
We're delighted by some lavender.
As we wing our way with yellow-sprinkled feet,
Periwinkle is capering with daisies and catmint.

Wait there's more, as we stroll,
We lose our minds from the jaw-dropping coneflowers.
White Avalanche and Cheyenne Spirit,
Yields the cheerful shades of red and pink.

This Daydream of drooping petals,
And the stunning Fragrant Angels.
And look the Echinacea's secret passion,
No wonder why I love Mr. Khan's Lawn.

We're also enchanted by the cornflowers,
Scarlet and light fuchsia Beebalms and sunflowers.
Soon after, Mr. Khan brought back Aster,
He is vibrantly fascinating whitish purple.

Abbie began pirouetting around him with joy,
As for my scaly wings with jubilation I convoy.
And that's the story for today's Hooray,
From Mr. Khan's lawn let's call it a day.

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