
Golden Rod Wicked, wicked Golden Rod Without hardly even one single nod Your pollen’s unceasing furies Are unleashed With only one breath My eyes begin to weep, Of course, also the drippy nose I feel I sneeze From my head to my toes So, even though I am enchanted By your deceitful beauty's glances Within the earth so deeply planted Too close I dare not ever linger As you are for me the bringer Of each breath’s struggle And cause me to curse all the troubles your fall beauties scatter broadly in the air!


















