Are you ready to tell me how in tarnation
You managed to breed a striped carnation
It has a shape like a daisy’s and a scent like a rose’s
And it looks like it might have been grown by Moses
You managed to breed a striped carnation
It has a shape like a daisy’s and a scent like a rose’s
And it looks like it might have been grown by Moses
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Great one David!
I can smell the scent of the flowers from here!
Moses O'Reilly, to be precise.
Growing flowers is his vice,
He grows them stripped, or speckled or checkered,
He hold's the world's flower grownin' record.
Holy Moses, he's got powers
To put whatever he wants on flowers
Diamonds, stars, he's not sloppy
Even has a psychedelic poppy
Pinocchio, sir, you've got your cheek,
To explain my methods would take all week;
If I give someone's husband some orange bluebells,
Don't ask why, cos a lady never tells!
David: Nicely done, an incarnation of words.
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