Yellow Kingcup, is it true That Fairie Kings drink out of you, Golden Kingcup full of dew? "My cup is filled," the flower replies, "For Kings and Queens and butterflies." Creeping scarlet Pimpernel, With your closed or opened bell, Do you shower and shine foretell? "Low lying on the dusty grass, I am the poor man's weather-glass." Fiery Golans, you who glow Like suns upon the marshes low, From earth or heaven do you grow? "A giant dropped us from his car, Flakes of the sun's own fire we are." Daisy, with a yellow breast, More beautiful than all the rest, 'Tis you can say who loves us best. "I rise and spread beneath your feet, In silver leaves, my portents sweet."Birth sign: Scorpio
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