A
weed that’s known as Queen Anne’s Lace
Is here and there and everyplace –
Along the highway, in the fields,
Deaf to every sneeze it yields.
Is here and there and everyplace –
Along the highway, in the fields,
Deaf to every sneeze it yields.
Tall
and straggly, it’s beguiled
Flies and bugs where it grows wild,
Lured not by its scent outstanding
But its flat top, great for landing.
Flies and bugs where it grows wild,
Lured not by its scent outstanding
But its flat top, great for landing.
Humans,
though, don’t like it much
For like dandelions and such,
Its profusion proves, indeed,
That it’s just a lowly weed.
For like dandelions and such,
Its profusion proves, indeed,
That it’s just a lowly weed.
Oft,
I rush to weeds’ defense;
This time, though, I’m on the fence
For swaths of land might lose the race
Against the spread of Queen Anne’s lace.
This time, though, I’m on the fence
For swaths of land might lose the race
Against the spread of Queen Anne’s lace.
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