Flower girl

Flower girl, flower girl
where are you?
Give me your basket
of red, yellow and blue.

Your hair worn tight,
hips swinging to the side,
you wave coyly,
smiling,as you walk by.

One pence, two pence,
your flowers,fly by,
happy smiling faces,
without a cry.

Rainbows of spring,
the sweet aromas many,
the rose petals strewn around,
the town so pretty.

Young un's and girls,
swing by,hand in hand,
you invite them,
to smell your flowers,grand.

The flower girl of tinsel town,
buxom and round,
flowers in her hair,
and flowers all around.

A hard day of work,
your shoulders rough and dry,
let the flowers go with you,
your palms soft and nigh.

The night skies loom,
the moon shines bright,
flower girl, flower girl,
go to sleep in peace, sigh.