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.

HANG DIRTY SOCKS FOR HOLLYHOCKS

My garden was all full of rocks,
But it grew the most beautiful big hollyhocks,
Then along came a deer,
Who ate without fear,
Until I used a repellent of old dirty socks.