I think my writing skills are declining. Either that or I'm becoming more self-aware.
A toadstool hatched a fairy child
A seedling hatched a flower mild
The Sun, he hatched an eagle wild
On all of them the mountains smiled.
The fairy flew to the moon and back
The flower made the earth to crack
The eagle brewed a plan of attack
And the world was taken quite aback.
She gave to me a rainbow dress
It gave one perfumed breath (or less)
He gave me a look of constant stress
And now I'm set for life, I guess.
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