Betty Botter had a bewitching smile, like the brief, rainbow, sparkling;
And she was barely twelve years old, at the twilight of blue starlings.

She was a ray of gleaming sunshine, to those fortunate to know her,
All giggles and little girl charm, like today, evoking how once we were.

Betty lived in a pretty, quiet town, with her parents and three siblings;
Where redbird everyday had his say, on a street of fine, old dwellings.

Fuchsia dawn was so fresh and forward, eyelashes still fringed in night,
With fruity lips of fervent scarlet, as good friends breakfasted, in delight!

Frontal view family came finally, in a time of fuming, fragrant flowers;
Like familiarity of beach and sandy feet, before blue waves overpower.

Betty lived in the house of fancy desserts, since she was often baking;;
And such creativity made her happy, like a jewel of one's own making.

Fall's scarlet martyrdom came sudden, on a glazed street of red maples;
So, winter and spring might begin, so roses might grace summer tables!

With visiting neighbors came navy twilight, when nothing else would do;
They talked nostalgia and did needlework, like maroon sky rendezvous.

Powder blue, 'wild imagination' hostas, inspired lazy, summer dreams;
When yellow, 'fairy moon' chrysanthemum, cast its golden moonbeams.

Pretty 'seaview sunset' blooms, were in the right place at the right time;
When 'scarlet leopard' blooms were running, and burgundy ivy climbed.

Betty was baking a bundt cake one day, but she found the butter bitter.
To better the recipe, she bought another butter, putting it in the mixture.

The next butter bought bore no traces of bitterness, like sun after storm;
And all raved about the sweet, buttery bundt, moist, frosted and warm!

Before she owned a bakery, bitter butter might've ended a briight career,
But, becoming Betty was better than that; like when yesterday reappears!

Time created long waiting lists for Betty's confections, like a love queue;
On a Valentine's Day of hearts and flowers, during red-gold sunset's revue.

'Betty Botter bought some butter
But, she said, the butter is bitter
If I put it in my batter
It will make my batter bitter
But a bit of better butter
Would make my batter better.

So she bought a bit of butter
Better than her bitter butter
And she put it in her batter
And the batter was not bitter
So, that was better Betty Botter
Bought a bit of better butter.'