Tasha Has the Prettiest Tulips
Tasha has the prettiest tulips, the neighbors say.
I see them from a meadow uphill and far away.
They are gorgeous, I admit. What is her secret? Do we know.
Flowers love her, under her guidance, they thrive and grow.
Tasha invites us to come over and see the blossoms up close.
She serves us tea and blueberry scones, she is a fine host.
Her tulips are swaying to fifties music, I believe rock and roll.
Proving that Tasha understands a tulip’s delicate soul.
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