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...