One By One, The Petals Drop

There's Nothing That Can Make It Stop

You Can Not Bag, A Rose To Stay

Why Does It Have To Be That Way



The Butterflies, I Used To Chase

Have Gone Off To Some Other Place

I Don't Know Where, I Only Know

I Wish They Didn't Have To Go



And All The Shiny Afternoons

So Full Of Birds And Big Balloons

And Icecream Melting In The Sun,

Are Done. I Don't Want Them Done.