A frond is a large, divided leaf. In both common usage and botanical nomenclature, the leaves of ferns are referred to as fronds and some botanists restrict the term to this group. Other botanists allow the term frond to also apply to the large leaves of cycads and palms (Arecaceae). "Frond" is commonly used to identify a large, compound leaf, but if the term is used botanically to refer to the leaves of ferns, it may be applied to smaller and undivided leaves.
Fronds have particular terms describing their components. Like all leaves, fronds usually have a stalk connecting them to the main stem. In botany, this leaf stalk is generally called a petiole, but in regard to fronds specifically it is called a stipe, and it supports a flattened blade (which may be called a lamina), and the continuation of the stipe into this portion is called the rachis. The blades may be simple (undivided), pinnatifid (deeply incised, but not truly compound), pinnate (compound with the leaflets arranged along a rachis to resemble a feather), or further compound (subdivided). If compound, a frond may be compound once, twice, or more.
. says nowhere to go,
Hot as the dessert, she stings like a rose.
Waiting for someone to get her that text,
Protection, the friction, so good in a text.
Dance with the devil and she's in control,
Give her the chance and she'll burn thorough your soul.
Faster and faster we head by disaster
There's no slowing down till we fail!
Chorus:
Now I'm busy like a freight train,
Tired of being insane!
Money I don't care,
Come on you, I want more, and more, and more!
She got me wrapped around... like a ...
Nothing outside of this room means a thing.
Every last touch... chosen for more,
Too late for leaving when locking the door.
Dance with the devil and she's in control,
Give her the chance and she'll burn thorough your soul.
Faster and faster we head by disaster
There's no slowing down till we fail!
Man busy like a freight train,
Tired of being insane!
Money I don't care,
Come on, I want more, and more and more!
Chorus:
Faster and faster we head by disaster
There's no slowing down...,
Tired of being insane!
Money I don't care,