A little seed lay on the ground and soon began to sprout,|
Now which of all the flowers around, it mused....shall I come out?
The lily's face is fair and proud, but just a trifle cold.
The rose, I think is rather loud, and then....it's fashions old.
The violet is all very well but not a flower I'd shoose,
So we should take a lesson from this, don't you think? And refrain from criticism, lest we become a weed that has to be weeded out.