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The moonbeams tripped my pillow, gently, softly
kissed my cheek. My roof a Weeping Willow,
through which a gentle breeze did speak. In the
Tulip bowl I quickly washed my face, Damsel
Flies dried me with beating wings of lace. 
Slurp ! Slurp ! The Snail came trundling by, 
along a silver trail he came, slowly, surely, 
slowly, Silas was his name. Heading for the 
cabbage patch, his one and only aim. I climbed
his silver shell and lay back for the ride, my
pockets full of golden seeds, to sow the
countryside. Poppies, Orchids, Bittersweet
and Cuckoo Flower, Pimpernel, Primrose, 
Pansies and April Shower. Whilst on this 
journey distress did catch my ears, Silas came 
to a halt before a pool of tears. Down the
shell I did slide, kissed him on the cheek and 
thanked him for the ride. Against the moon a
lonely Rose it cried, come child confide in me
a friend is at your side. The Greenfly he sinks 
his teeth, my tiny buds they bleed, ripping at
my petals in his urge to feed. I dressed her 
wounds with herbs and love, caressed her petals 
with golden glove. Have no worry to her I say,
for I have friends at light of day. They will come 
when they have heard, the flowers friend the 
Ladybird. Five spot, seven spot, eight spot, 
nine, on the Greenfly they will dine. Softly,
lightly, his feet will tread, standing guard
around your head. Time is late I must go,
fields and pastures I must sow. At dawns 
first glance I must fade, to the safety of the 
secret glade. Under the arms of the magic
Willow, my bed of moss and Lavender pillow

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