In a little corner close to a small ledge,
grew Tulips of plenty, flush with red,
Never yet seen, in this hidden flower bed.
People passed by and never got to admire,
this lovely bunch of flowers, as red as fire.
The gentle spring breeze breaches their cover,
above their soft petals, the bees did hover.
An odd rabbit or hedgehog, came for a look,
and for a keepsake, a petal each they took.
Pretty soon only one tulip remained standing,
this little bunch of flowers no longer expanding.
All alone behind the hedge, it's secret intact.
It's presence unknown that was a fact.
A snail each day came and sat by this flower.
It sat there all day, sat there hour after hour.
This tulip brought a light into this snail's day.
It couldn't understand why, it really couldn't say.
The snail came everyday, until the last petal fell,
Then it understood why and it began to tell.
"This secret bunch of flowers made me feel glad,
they made me happy, when I felt quite sad
Now I know that in life, when all I can feel is pity,
there's a time of year when secret flowers grow so pretty."
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