Little Flower in the garden Blooming in the latter Spring Red, my color, brightly glowing To please the eye, my happening And, too, perhaps a lover For a special someone choose I, this flower for a sweetheart Smiling, drawing ah’s and ooh’s Matter it not were it to happen That very special happening Eyes on me will be my glory A word ... a smile ... a song to sing!
By “Pope” Huval
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