Lookee here!

Blodeuwedd came to visit the Crumby Ovate on his birthday, a very good omen indeed.

Nine kinds of flowers are made into me,
the petals and sepals and leaves that you see.
But only I know the real recipe
for all of the flora that animates me.

Old Math ap Mathonwy thought that he knew
how to conjure a girl from a vegetable stew.
Leek, carrot, tater, toss em all in a pot
but they all just reclined there. No girl had he got.