Airily knows where Witch Hazel grows,
Openly easy to find, edging the property line.
She knows there are three, a choice is to be.
A dilemma remains in considering gains,
Which hazel is the fitting Witch Hazel?
The one by the sea, or the one on the lea,
Or the one who lives close to Sweet Basil?
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