Daffy's Rust by Woodrow G. Moore, II

One spring when Daffy Dill/ was dancing about/ and strutting her stuff-/ she looked down/ at her leaves,/ and saw some rust!/ The nurse from the house/ came by and said,/ "Oh my!"/Off she went, then came again,/ and sprayed some stuff/ that smelled like tin,/ all over Daffy and her leaves-/ Daffy began to cry and heave!/ she closed her eyes/ and her smile disappeared/ with a great big sigh!/ She slept and slept and then woke up,/ She stretched and moaned/ and looked about-/The rust was gone-/ she'd grown quite stout!