The flowers were cascading
Down the rolling hillside
Unaware of the dry desert air
A cactus soon warned them
Retreat my beautiful friends
Or the hot desert sun will blind you
How marvelous that cactus was
To warn all of us
Of the perils of cascading
Without even waiting
To see if there is danger
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