Rockess

by Jessica


"Lavender's blue diddle diddle" - so
goes the song. All round her
bush, diddle diddle, butterflies
throng. They love her well,
diddle diddle, so do the bees;

While she herself, diddle diddle,
sways in the breeze! "Lavender's
blue, diddle diddle, lavender's
green." She'll scent the clothes
diddle diddle, put away
clean-clean from the wash,
diddle diddle, hanky and sheet.
Lavender's spikes, diddle diddle,
make them all sweet


Poetry

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