When once I found a florid flower
Upon wizened, ancient ground
I could not see a more curious sight
To amuse my eyes for miles around

It glittered and gleamed in hues resplendent
Of brightest blue and aquamarine
A beauteous vision most transcendent
The best and brightest of all I’ve seen

Without fine flowers festering
Upon the fields’ girdling girth
There would be no more florid blisses
Upon which to gaze as we roam the Earth