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.
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