Pansy why do you look at me
With your face what do you see
Do you watch the bugs with woeful eyes
Are they the cause of your demise
You lived your life in a garden plot
Between a phlox and a forget me not
You heard the robin sing her song
You watched the days as they grew long
Now I dig you out with gentle hand
And send you off to faerie land
Another pansy will take your place
And watch me with it's little face
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