Sacred lemon tree
Sit in the ground,
Always earth bound
Never make a sound
Dug in a dirt mound
Making pucker fruit
Under lovely suit
Damn those who loot.
Stinky old bushes
Or ugly dishes
Is the lemonade mashes
Looking at a duchess
Dirty or not
Into forest’s sought
Rinse water drought
Then a lemon tree’s bought.
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