The tulipas are wavy little cunks,
Of cookies and squares,
They accompany the ideal snack.
It's not a soup dish,
Not a hat to be opened,
It's not a thing of Europe,
Nor a maceta to plant.
The tulipas are plied cunks,
Of sugar and of oaks,
With a heavenly flavor.
It's an edible dish,
A cup too,
It's in an amazing way,
Ice cream always works well.
The tulips are very tasty,
Toast and spacious,
Eat one and check all these things!
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