Flowers

Look at all those flowers Arranged in small bouquets Some of them are heart-shaped Some of them are plain Why d'you have to pick 'em, though Why d'you have to pick 'em, though Mhh, why d'you have to pick 'em, though Oh, why d'you have to pick 'em, though Look at all them birdies Singin' in the sky Some of them in low keys Some of them so high Why d'you have to cage 'em, though Why d'you have to cage 'em, though Oh, why d'you have to cage 'em, though Why d'you have to cage 'em, though The sight of splendor Is so hard to bear If owning it is Everything you care for