Weednose McSprout had a nose like a vine,
It wiggled and wobbled when flowers aligned.
He'd sneeze at a tulip, then chuckle with glee,
And chat with the beetles who lived in his tree.

He wore mossy boots and a hat made of hay,
And danced through the meadows at least once a day.
The townsfolk would whisper, “He’s odd, but he’s kind,”
With mushrooms for neighbors and clouds on his mind.

He once grew a garden from laughter and light,
Where turnips told stories and stars shone at night.
And if you hear humming while walking alone,
It might just be Weednose, in bloom on his own.

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