The evening has fallen
The stars have brightened
The only path I walk on
Is lined with newly arrived how thorn
How peaceful they look today
Socking in the wind, so gay!
I don’t remember when I saw them last
I shall ask the gardener, if I must
The smell fills me with joy
What a sweet fragrance, oh boy!
The flowers pink and white
Remind me of strawberry delight.
These beauties I think should be left alone
And I must make my way home…
