FLOWER RHYME
Five little flowers by the back door.
Mother picked one, then there were four.
Four little flowers by the oak tree.
Father picked one, then there were three.
Three little flowers by the barbecue.
Sister picked one, then there were two.
Two little flowers under the sun.
Brother picked one, then there was one.
One little flower, the only one.
I picked it and now there are none.
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