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
