Calla Lily
It is so beautiful and tall
It’s trumpet playing out to all
Some may think I’m acting silly
For my love: a calla lily
Such fine grace from stem to flower
Grows more regal every hour
Somehow it just makes me giddy
For my love: a calla lily
Because to many it’s quite odd
Heads shake but on occasion nod;
People know I get quite silly
For my love: a calla lily
But no! I shall not change myself
And set my dreams upon the shelf
I know how jealous they must be
For my love: a calla lily
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