The Flower Tower
(or The Tower of Babbling, whichever you like best)
I spy with my little eye
A tower like a flower,
made with love and not for power
It won't crumble, Heaven knows
that this here tower
upward grows.
It grows and grows
and only stops
when your poor head
runs dry of thoughts.
So I say to you
for one more time
Let loose your sillies
And make them rhyme.