My Head Is a Bowl
I have a bowl for a head
I have a bowl for a head
Hollowed out for flowers
You'd think I'd be dead
I hold my soul in a lotus
My soul is in a lotus
My soul is a redhead
As you already noticed.
In this rhyming epistle
I've got ivy and thistle
Hear a tune that I whistle
To my stamen and my pistil.
Butterflies are my persons
We set out on excursions
Such pleasant exertions
Cuz my head is a bowl.
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