Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My princess is lovely,
And so are you.

Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
Mirrors are shiny,
And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
Slices are thin,
And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
Flowers are blue,
And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Water is smooth,
And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
Your thing is beautiful,
And so is your smile.

A Flower is beautiful,
Just like you

A solar, sandy wind blow
in spite of the sunny beach

We wish you good macro results,
We wish you good macro results,
We wish you good macro results…
And lots of them too.

To count them we’ll use spreadsheets,
To count them we’ll use spreadsheets,
To count them we’ll use spreadsheets...
For every season.

Good macros we count,
Stoneflies and mites
Good snails and mayfies
We all have to count.

We counted a lot of macros,
We counted a lot of macros,
We counted a lot of macros...
And have lots more to go!

Our minds can’t simply take it,
Our minds can’t simply take it,
Our minds can’t simply take it…
There’s just too much to count!

Poetry isn´t easy,
It makes my belly queasy!

But how oh how do I get inspired?
Is there a secret key in order to conspire?

Do I climb a tree?
Give things out for free?

Should I go into my basement?
Should I be in great amazement?

That is a question for all of us,
the answer is a big huge plus!