Beep, Beep! Flowers Weep - Bitten By The Human Bug!

Slowly, gently, blooms appear - dressed in hues multitude Peppering the air with a scented aroma in the solitude, Ripening buds, on each a dewdrop, the pearl jigs in bebop! With the sun's rays, in dance flowers and twigs are, a pop! Without hype and hoopla nature gives us life, tickety-boo! As I reached to pluck a rose, a spike pricked me, gawk! I tried to axe her life to please my fiance without talk. We reach flowers to claim their beauty in a story humbug! But their spirit ravish and they mourn - bitten by human bug, Without hype and hoopla nature gives us life, tickety-boo! Some gardens are to sport their splendor in a regal way, We cut their limbs, a dirge we sing them on an immoral day. Reds, blues, violets and pinks with souls in the meadow; Gee! Their beauty is to view, our duty is to let them grow. Without hype and hoopla nature gives us life, tickety-boo!