Flower, flower,
Transcript: Flower, flower, gets trampled over, with no one to help, all alone. Flower, flower, no more flower, just a patch of dirt, you will be missed, little flower. Flower, flower, gets stepped on, hurt a bit, but keeps on growing. I Flower, flower, gets crushed one more time, but this time harder, it was all too much. Flower, flower, has recovered, looking beautiful still, but is really sad. Flower, flower, grown so much, such a pretty sight, makes other jealous, Flower, flower, nice new flower, so new to the world, still innocent. - Tat ana Morch