Lakes in parks Victorian dream
Beautiful landscape swans supreme.
The mighty willow the stronger oak
The cheerful fair and circus folk.
The deer hunted with humility
By the Victorian aristocratic nobility.
The band leader with gem and mace
The children playing with a dirty face.
The punch and Judy I am sure
Kept them busy for an hour and more.
The cricket and the big balloons
Along with multi featherd tunes.
From branches bowing in respect
To this wonderful Victorian intellect.
The flower's and the parade of fun
To love and cherish for everyone.
The iron rails at dusk agree
With Victorian closed respectability.
The beauty of a park to share
Where love peace and unity abide there.
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