The Stinging nettle
Oh beastly nettle sting
Hiding in the hedgerows
With your angelic smile
Your Heart shaped leaves
Reach out
Cling
And needle like inflict pain
On unsuspecting passers-by
Oh you wicked thing
Dock plant is my friend
Soothing burning itchy rashy skin
Swallows up my tears
You feel no shame
And dare to show your face again
Come summer time
You wicked wicked thing
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