It's petals are different colours,

Red and pink and blue and yellow;

like a picture painted on the wall.

The stem so long and green,

with leaves as thin as paper.

Grass and others around it's roots

making it all the better.

Then this thing with two feet, two hands

and five long sticks on each.

With a horrid face and dark hair so neat

breaks and tears and rips it leaves;

It recites, "she loves me, she loves me not".

Well there goes my flower all crumpled and dead.

But what can I do? For i am just a bee you see.

Back to the hive i'll fly and to my mother i'll cry.

Bye.. Bye... Bye.



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