Blue robin in garden sings a soothing song,
dew drops dance in rings blushing all along,
skew golden rays of strings covering a furlong,
new dawn of rebirth brings summer here daylong.
Few butterflies sprout wings to fly lifelong,
strew colors on rushing springs where they belong;
queue of red ants clings to branches too strong,
view to a world of little kings all dressed wrong.
This is a rhyming poem with triple rhyming scheme, i.e., in every line, the first, middle and end words rhyme with each other.
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