Moneywort Faerie

Mock me for my money
"Twopenny thot"
You once thought
Now I carpet the ground you walk on

We shall choose between nod-
-ding off and dancing beneath the sod
As the weeds die whilst sprouting

Yellow bell-like wings
As the melancholy tintinnabulation rings
I creep along the ground
Killing what tries to grow in my place

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