Bright fuchsias, dressed in showy robes,
Display with pride their flowers.
Draped petals falling from their branch
Grace well the sunlit hours.
Sweet ballerinas poised for dance,
They hang their pretty heads,
And clothed in colours quite supreme,
Adorn the flower beds.
These lady’s skirts with hues sublime
Dismiss the wind and rain.
They’ll bloom superbly summer-long
And next year come again.
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