Multicoloured marvel for man's leisure,
Oriental, brought by the Dutch Nation,
Who favoured this flowery fascination,
For speculation and spring time pleasure,
Finding exotic blooms as boons of treasure.
Soon they formed a Netherlandish sensation,
Gracing the homes of a whole generation,
Tulip bulbs abundent in ample measure.
Man is hypnotised by novelties and toys,
He values bawdy baubles, hubble bubbles,
Which when pursued are source of troubles,
Just like lighting fireworks by impish boys
Only results in cacophonic noise,
Their refuse ends up as worthless rubble.
Pursuit of Truth is the only real joy,
Which lasts forever, and will never cloy.
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