A Pansy Named Fancy

There once was a pansy named Fancy and she was as pretty as could be. She would stretch high above the other flowers as tall and straight as a tree. Raindrops made her petals glisten like stars in the sky at night. Perky little leaves tucked in tight. Then one day the gardener seen Fancy's beauty noticeably clear, So she reached in her basket for her flower shears. Oh! Please don't clip me from the lovely garden here. For I would surly pass and my beauty would disappear. The gardener in amazement touched Fancy's little face and promised to keep her there in the garden until the last of her beautiful grace.