Dainty milkweed babies,
Wrapped in cradles green,
Rocked by Mother Nature,
Fed by hands unseen.
Brown coats have the darlings,
Slips of milky white;
And wings - but that's a secret,
They're folded out of sight.
The earth browns and her
smell is sweetly pungent.
Milkweed bursts forth and
Ragweed is in full bloom.
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