Lemon Tree Glee

Luxurious little lemon tree in the freshest garden next to a pea was heartily happy and wildly free She could be herself, and forever see Chickadee’s nest and a drilling bee. There was a haunting melody Somewhere nearby a dog had dropped a D. A forensic fellow’s forward-thinking fee giggled a glorious glitzy genuine glee. Shadows sheltered a shellfish-like she. A kindly kingly kangaroo’s key Languished and lollygagged near little Lee. Where was the magnificent, marvelous me? Hopping around on a nefariously naughty knee Placating a pleasurable plebian plea. Sprinkling a sprightly sparkling sparrow’s spree, There was a terribly terrific turnabout toward lemon tea. Wisely wandering within a wonderful whacky wee Generously gyrating in genuine gallantry Ending in a zesty zealous zealot-like Zee.