They look like rowdy little children
Upon the school playground
If you listen quietly
You will hear their sweet sound.
Children running here and there
Adults cannot keep up
A smile upon each happy face
Excitement just might erupt.
Green jackets they are wearing
They all must wear the same
How I love my adorable Pansies
Of course you know their name.
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