Ten feet twenty the Flower Man
Is waiting for the touch of his hand
Straightening petals out without a plan
Like the every daily
Wish that bothers the Flower Man
Could I do something to make him laugh
Inside my little chamber made of glass
So he lived the,
FLOWER MAN! FLOWER MAN! WITH HIS HEART IN THE SAND!
SO HE STANDS TO WATCH THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD FROM A CAN!
WAY UP HIGH IN THE SKY!
WITH THE SUN IN HIS EYES
AINT IT NICE?
THE LIFE FOREVER FOR...
FLOWERS!
