Deep in a Dungeon (poem)

Deep in a dungeon
and far underground,
the Magician planted a garden.

A spell was the seed
that made the plants green,
turn ripe, and fill up his larder.

“Oh Magician
why the long face
when the garden grows so well?

I have to daily
come down and water
the plants with a magic spell.

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