Her modesty did but enhance
His egotism all aglow.”
“That’s fine,” said the Pansy, “but suppose you lead me to a seat and finish your verses afterwards, for I’m beginning to feel a little tired.”
When they were seated comfortably on one of the fresh green moss-mounds, a Tulip and a Lily-of-the-Valley waltzed past them, and Rhymo burst again into verse:
“The Tulip did appropriate
The Lily-of-the-Valley sweet,
With manly stride and bow profound,
He led her to a vacant seat.”
“Keep right on with your poetry,” said the Pansy. “Don’t stop to give comments, but make a verse as each couple passes us.”
“You’re the most delightful partner I’ve ever had,” said the poet-elf, “you’re so sympathetic.”