Like the white tuft
Of a rabbit's tail nearby
Fluffy, round, alive
Stood the burst of Pom Pi
Exploding like a star
In the night high
Over Manhattan
On the Fourth of July
The celestial Pom Pi
Against the blades of grass
Dancing, prancing shy
In a fluted vase
Sat serenely Pom Pi
Intriguing souls in love
Yearning with a cry
Celebrating life
Announced hope, our Pom Pi.
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