Willow's Poem

She started to squirm and
she started to squiggle
Something was making
the old with wiggle...
She scratched and she itched -
She'd been bewitched!
She called to the dryad
to aid in her plight -
but as usual the dryad
was out for the night...
She wiggled and squiggled
and started to hop
'Stop!' Cried the robin
'Your buds have all popped!'
And sure enough,
without a doubt,
Spring had come and
her buds were all out!