The Limerick:
There once was an elf named Chicory,
Who sat near the roots of a Hickory,
Near the water's edge,
She'd gather and hedge,
The creatures she destined for trickery.
The Nursery Rhyme: (to the tune of Hickory, Dickory, Dock)
Chicory Hickory Bog
A lizard, a newt, and a frog,
Critters all three,
Were friends of she,
Chicory Hickory Bog.
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