The rising Rythem, toddlers are drowsier
The rose cactus springs the breeze
Convey the hop of sneeze
Set aside the petals of naughtier
They awaken among the beam
The rose cactus, beside toddlers, leaps
The charming habits firm the glimmer
Now, it is the early-rising
Alluring and smiling.
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Nice one