In the meadow shimmer-shining,
Were some tulips oh so fine.
They were golden, glitter-gleaming,
Voices singing all the time.
Singing prettily, like the birds,
In the meadow oh so fine.
With their golden heads all bobbing.
In the meadow shimmer-shining
With voices singing all the time.
..."golden, glitter-gleaming..." Beautiful! This poem is so musical. Thanks for sharing.
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