O Nutmeg Spice sprouting from the
grand root tree
like sweet honey caramel to the core
some say thou art a sea shell but are you?
so red and not white or green or sea blue?
O Nutmeg nostalgia surrounds as I
float back in time to 'the little nut tree'
nothing would it bear,but a silver nutmeg
and a golden pear'
It was the King of Spain's daughter
not Clementine, who came to visit
'and all for the sake of the little nut tree'
I wonder if the silver nutmeg was spicy?
but for all the nuts it was special for
it brought royalty'
O Nutmeg thou art special too
On day 19 of Napowrimo chosen
from the silver tree to poetic Oceans
grand root tree
like sweet honey caramel to the core
some say thou art a sea shell but are you?
so red and not white or green or sea blue?
O Nutmeg nostalgia surrounds as I
float back in time to 'the little nut tree'
nothing would it bear,but a silver nutmeg
and a golden pear'
It was the King of Spain's daughter
not Clementine, who came to visit
'and all for the sake of the little nut tree'
I wonder if the silver nutmeg was spicy?
but for all the nuts it was special for
it brought royalty'
O Nutmeg thou art special too
On day 19 of Napowrimo chosen
from the silver tree to poetic Oceans
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