'Dear Grif, <br />Here is a whiff <br />Of beautiful spring flowers; <br />The big red rose <br />Is for your nose, <br />As toward the sky it towers. <br /> <br /> <br />'Oh, do not frown <br />Upon this crown <br />Of green pinks and blue geranium <br />But think of me <br />When this you see, <br />And put it on your cranium.'<br /><br />Louisa May Alcott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-grif/
