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Soon each bud will have the courage
like me
To raise its head and bloom
like me
And that will be the end of the
Winter gloom
like me
The freesias are splendid
Shades of lilac and yellow –
As Wordsworth’s golden daffodils
On that glorious Spring day
“Out-did the waves in glee”
So the perfume of these freesias
Out-do even the colours
Of this glorious spray.
Back to the table
And the chair where I sit –
Freesia perfumed oxygen
From Boots of Wood Green –
I’m wondering if the NHS
Or even BOC
Would provide a bunch of freesias
With each cylinder free.
‘like me’ to be sung in a falsetto voice,
to the tune of ‘Rule Britannia’.
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