• Sweet flowers, I see,
    Standing with my friend,Lee,
    Beauty on the ground,
    And perhaps on the mounds.

    Tthe grass is in the dew,
    There is my friend, Sue,
    Wet water on the grass,
    As the next day came to pass.

    Pretty flowers in the night,
    They sparkle in the light,
    Looking at the moon,
    Telling the sun to rise soon.

    The grass goes to sleep,
    The flowers soon fall under the spell of sleep,
    The sweet, sweet spell of sleep,
    Works on everyone, so not to leap.

    The flowers on the grass,
    As the days come to pass,
    The flowers stayed until the day,
    The people took them away. crying