My neighbour bought a cheerful
Yellow Parasol, it contented smiled,
Leant glory to her garden and
Happily competed with buttercups
And a famous rose from Texas.
When open, it could have flown
Away, but didn’t, its duty was to
Look pretty and give a cooling
Shade; when winter came it paled
And fell in a gale, broke its spokes,
Couldn’t fly to a warmer clime
And was thrown away.