Crocus
A crocus bursts upon the scene,
bringing to spring time something green.
It pokes its head, waits to be seen
Just watch it preen. Just watch it preen.
It starts as such a fragile thing,
but what gay colors it will bring
and make us think fondly of spring
and dance and sing and dance and sing.
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