I’m a little flower though some call me a weed
You would not think to look at me that I came from a seed
My petals close at night and open with the sun
I’m really quite a pretty sight when seen by anyone
In winter I disappear and come back in the spring
Compared to all the other flowers I really am the king
The bees come round to visit us and try not to disturb
But I’ve a more important use you see I am a herb
Folks use us as medicine for remedy and cure It’s nice to know you’re useful and be part of our folklore
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