Tire is the grandpa of all,
Lives near the fire flies
mall.
Tall grasses, he really
hates,
This is where the fire
fly mates.
Seen when first flowers
blossom,
He likes to play possom.
Lives near the fire flies
mall.
Tall grasses, he really
hates,
This is where the fire
fly mates.
Seen when first flowers
blossom,
He likes to play possom.
His colors are a delight,
Shimmers when the
moon is bright.
Green wings, like a butter-
fly.
To teach, he really does try.
He loves riches, and wealth,
Does'nt worry about his
health.
He sleeps day and night,
Lots of rest is his delight.
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