The rose told the peony,
I will love you for all eternity!
But the peony replied,
Mr. Bluebell's the apple of my eye!
And the bluebell said
I'll love you, Peony, when I'm dead,
The lovely Miss Poppy's got
My ears turning red!
Yet the poppy retorted,
I can't be afforded,
Baby's Breath is the love of my life!
So the flowers all cried,
Until they were picked, and then died,
Where in a vase, on a dresser,
Someone loved them,