THE FLORAL REINCARNATION STORY

I use to be a pretty pansy, and a cute daisy, too,

I use to be an iris, and my big, fat flower was blue,

Each year I'm a different seed,

Sometimes, I'm pulled up as a weed,

Once I grew into a primrose, and bathed in the morning dew.

THE UNLIKABLE TREE

There was this unlikable tree,

Upon which, even dogs would not pee,

It had no bug guest,

Nor a birdie nest,

With my ax, I made it root free.