Oh, flower, they call pest
Come and be with me, and on my head you rest
Come, and I will make a crown of you, dying kings and queens
I will twist together many of you, and I will have a crown twisting in the breeze
Your manes and your beauty make me shine
Your light will be forever mine
deep yellow and bright sun
You give a flower to tuck behind my ear when out having fun
Come and be with me again, flower of glory
Come and sit with me again so I may make you full of beauty.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
Oh, flower, they call pest
Come and be with me, and on my head you rest
Come, and I will make a crown of you, dying kings and queens
I will twist together many of you, and I will have a crown twisting in the breeze
Your manes and your beauty make me shine
Your light will be forever mine
deep yellow and bright sun
You give a flower to tuck behind my ear when out having fun
Come and be with me again, flower of glory
Come and sit with me again so I may make you full of beauty.
