Drain daisy,

O’ gutter flower.

Dirty, pretty weed,

that refuses to die;

Broken wings glisten,

Upon a tiny corpse.

Illuminated by a sliver,

Of morning light.

Fly away butterfly,

Or take flight nevermore;

Watch your step,

Or you’ll fall to your demise.

Humpty Dumpty all grown up,

Pretty little birdie, bye-bye birdie.

Jet black feathers and marigold beak,

Were once attached to a pair of legs.

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