Tulips.
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Tulips bright in the garden beds, Lift up their heads; No other blossoms are as gay And proud as they. But I know where some tulips grow. Ah, Yes, I know! More rich and sweet than any flower In garden bower. “Good morning!” say my tulips red, As out of bed They spring; and other tulips greet With kisses sweet. And that is why I love them so, You ought to know; And tulips you may likewise find To please your mind.
