Two Tulips

Two tulips standing side by side
Sway in the breeze, then bump.
“Say! Don’t be fresh,” says Red.
“Sorry, red,” says Blue,
“But I just thought a little bump
Would make me red like you.”

“Now Blue, it’s very plain to see
Your self-esteem is low.
But why? Look at the sky;
No clouds, all blue—-you!
Now poor me, where can I see red,
On some tin can in the dump?”

“No,” says Blue; “On you”—bump!

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