There are red things popping up
in our back yard paradise
Little dry needle felted toadstools
spotted with snowy whites
There are pom pom blooms to tickle
under giggly little chins
And winged friends feeding over yonder
that flap into flurries and spins.
And one little flutterby girl not red, but colourful too
Dancing round the fairy ring, just cos it's fun to do!
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