I SHALL GIVE YOU FLOWERS:

I shall give you flowers; upon your birth, baby´s breath & flox,

As young maid a courting, I´ll shower petals upon your frocks,

On your wedding day, there´ll be a crown of daisies in your hair,

And with rosebud at your breast, you could never be more fair,

In spring, you´ll roll in heather, lavender, daffodils & wild thyme,

And when the sun laughs louder, petunias & roses in summer time,

In your autumn musings, your blooms shall be of bronze & beaten gold,

And at Yule, holly shall be your scarlet friend, to chase away your cold.

 

Nosegays, bouquets & posies, in pretty paper & tied in raffia bunches,

With soft delicate ferns, curling leaves & ones that crackle & crunches,

In button-holes, on tables, & adorning ladies pretty bonnets & hats,

In old pots, beds & planters, gracing doorways & elegant entry mats,

At anniversaries, special occasions, for whatever is, has past, or was,

I shall give you flowers forever, for everything, or simply just because,

Armfuls & bucket loads, to tantalize your eye & titillate your little nose,

But on your final journey, upon long elegant stem, but a single red rose.