Dainty milkweed babies, wrapped in cradles green,
Rocked by mother nature, fed by hands unseen.
Brown coats have the darlings, slips of milky white
and wings- that's a secret- they are folded out of sight.
The cradles grow so narrow- what will babies do?
They'll only grow the faster, and look up toward the blue
and now they've found the secret, they are flying through the air
They've left the cradles empty, do milkweed babies care?
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