The single buttercup in the field grew;
Grew with might and shone so bright,
With the sun in the sky as the wind blew;
Blew so hard it made the butercup bend.
Submitted by Tuan Le
E-mail: Tuanshouse@hotmail.com
As I sit and stare at you from across the room
Thinking how lovely you are how beautiful you bloom
With your long shiny hair and those gorgeous Canadian eyes
I know I see an angel, an angel in disguise