The pole is erected oh so high

Its many ribbons rain from the sky

A beautiful display of use of colour

Our rosy cheeks could be no fuller

As we prance around the pole

The many plants reach thier goal

Now they wait, happy in the sun

Watching all the maytime fun

The sun beats down its mighty rays

To enlighten all our days

The moon rarely dares to show her face

To disrupt this lovely, sunny place

The grass is green and all is okay

In the truly amazing month of May 

The End

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