Flower, flower
When will you bloom
I need to know for it has to be soon.
Slyly, slyly
It walks to the tomb
Almost as if it is certain of its doom.
Now, now
You are no Heidi Klum
That boy still seems to scurry to his room.
Woah, woah
What have we here?
Are my eyes deceiving me
or did it just look in the mirror?
Ha, ha
I told you so,
You are nothing but a woe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem