Just a lil' something something.
A plethora of colour, beauty, to match your smile.
Just a lil' something something.
That fears nothing, not a kilometer nor a mile. ...
Browning, old fellow,
Your leaves grow yellow,
Beginning to mellow
As seasons pass.
Your cover is wrinkled,
And stained and sprinkled,
And warped and crinkled
From sleep on the grass.
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