I love lions in my yard,
I think they are just dandy,
Growing in nooks and crannies,
Even where it's sandy.
Their antics make me smile,
Popping up where least expected,
They do aggravate that man of mine,
He roars, when the lawn he's neglected.
Fashioning with their blooms,
A necklace, when I was small,
Moments so pleasurable,
A memory I recall.
Years have passed, I am grown,
Every year I do remember,
The blossoms that delighted me,
From March to Novemeber.
My life is filled with sunshine,
Each spring when the lions return,
They are the prognosticators,
Of the warm weather I do yearn.
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