The gentle little bird that sings,
The hummingbird that hums,
They each have shared a common love
For bright chrysanthemums.
They each have known the warm caress
Of petals soft and sweet.
Around the bright chrysanthemums
They are likely to meet.
They hover ’round the fragile mums
While gentle breezes blow.
They spend their empty afternoons
Watching the young mums grow.
Dec. 31, 1979
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