Sweet mountain meadow stems he chose
Were not hothouse tended
As vapid twining vines of Rose
Flower carts street vended
Hawked to hearts with deep pockets
To be pressed in gold lockets
Hawked to hearts
Hawked to hearts
Should not wrench Man’s arms from socket
Gypsy seedlings on fortunes cast
Wild beauties unflinching
Each hoping they’d be not last
Stretch to shine by inching
Fearful to be just left behind
Compete in breezy booty grind
Fearful to be
Fearful to be
We’ll sway her for thee, heart and mind
Pick me! Pick me! The posies cried
Desperate for meaning
Grande arrangements, insulting pride
Crystal vase demeaning
Fond petals yearning cheek's caress
Tickling lips, first kisses finesse
Fond petals yearning
Fond petals yearning
To serve blossoming Love's witness
