A spry old man picked a few, bent among the flowers,
Across the road a garden grew, engrossed in it for hours.
The flowers in the garden, they all wear frocks of silk
Some purple, some are pink, and others white as milk
An angel as bright as light danced in the breeze
She played a little two step for the blossoms and the bees.
All frilly at the hem, in curiosity and wonderment
He watched his flowers dance and his angel among them
The impatients, they tugged at his heart,
The velvet snapdragons woke his pride
The roses he loved like his children,
The lily was his bride
The flowers in the garden, they all wear frocks of silk
Some purple, some are pink, and others white as milk
An angel as bright as light danced in the breeze
She played a little two step for the blossoms and the bees.
All frilly at the hem, in curiosity and wonderment
He watched his flowers dance and his angel among them
The impatients, they tugged at his heart,
The velvet snapdragons woke his pride
The roses he loved like his children,
The lily was his bride
A spry old man picked a few,
bent among the flowers
Across the road a garden grew,
engrossed in it for hours.
Buds of yellow on stems of green
Close to his heart they shall always be
On his face, a smile did beam
As he called me his angel and handed them to me
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