The two 875 Dills awash
in a sea of crimson clover
click on the mystery critter to hear my
garden battle cry.
At last the sun is shining,
The clouds of blue roll by,
Goodbye to the dragon of darkness,
the sunlight blinds his eye.
The second 875 Dill is planted amongst
the undulating waves of crimson clover.
Cast your spell in the colors of sunlight,
Sing your song in the morning's light.
Magic dances in infinate hues.
Without a dream, there's little