Red, pink, and white blossoms by the island fence,
Don’t touch their thorns, it’s common sense,
Dropped blood doesn’t make the grass grow,
Where did all the pretty roses go?
A sunny day, not a cloud in the sky,
Large, yellow, flowery faces reaching way up high,
Staring down the sun ’til it’s time for the moon to glow,
Just where did all the sunflowers go?