The Tulips strength is in it's stem
It holds it's head so strong and straight
Into the soil it sinks so deep
There it stays til it's time to reap
The Tulips beauty is in it's head
It's colour varies from yellow to red
Find a colour, find a room
Leave it there and it will bloom
The Tulips warmth is in it's petals
They overlap and keep so tight
When it's dark they close right up
And open up when it is light
When uncut in fields of plenty
Dancing to the winds own beat
Watch them swaying in the breeze
You'll think this sight is such a treat.
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