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