To teach my child the fine art of purchase,
We strolled to the shop with a gleam in our eyes,
A trip to the store that was bound to be rich.
“Now listen close, you must not feel nervous,
You’ll see that it’s all about asking the prize,
To teach my child the fine art of purchase.”
With jars full of colors, like candy on surface,
The clerk gave a nod, saw through our disguise,
A trip to the store that was bound to be rich.
“What’s good for a beginner, oh wise man of service?”
“Just follow your nose; it’s the best of the ties!
To teach my child the fine art of purchase.”
My kid picked a strain with a name so subversive,
“Is it really called Giggles? That surely implies!
A trip to the store that was bound to be rich.”
“Remember, my dear, it’s for laughs and not curfews—
These herbs are a journey, just follow your eyes.
To teach my child the fine art of purchase,
A trip to the store that was bound to be rich.”
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