The Joker.
A seed came down to Earth
Dropped from the hand of God,
Looking for a place to berth
Its anchor in ploughed clod.
It fought a battle with weed and cattle
Before its anchor held firm,
And then it fought off tittle tattle
From slug, snail and worm.
It grew in the most humorous way
To end up like a poker,
In every pack of cards they say
There will always be a joker.
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