Ye Flowers

by Jon Campbell
(Scotland)

FLOWAZ!!!

FLOWAZ!!!

Version 1:
Ye flowers, how can ye bloom sae bonnie?
How can ye mak a' the lassies smile?
Ye mak someone happy, he's called Ronnie
Tho' the length o' yer lifetime is only a while
Ye flowers, how can ye even mak the lads smile?
How is the thistle Scotland's flouer?
Because ye are sae bonnie; it taks a while
A while tae realise yer not frae the sewer

Ye flowers, how can ye mak the warl' look sae nice?
How did God create the flower?
Ye flowers shouldna get munched by mice
Tho' why are some Pot Noodles sweet 'n' sour?
Ye flowers, how can ye produce such a nice look?
Why dae some folk pick ye an' kill ye?
Ye're ne'er bait attached tae a fishin' rod's hook
Ye are sae bonnie like a' the lassies

Ye flowery banks, ye flowery braes
I see some folk picking ye
Ye are gettin' eaten by the one rat
Meaning a flower's a flower for a' that

Version 2:
Ye flowers, what maks ye bloom sae bonnie?
How can ye mak a' the lassies smile?
Ye mak someone happy, he's called Rory
Tho' the lad passin' the flowery braes is called Kyle
Ye flowers, how ye going tae even change the lads attitude?
How is the thistle Scotland's flouer?
'Cause it doesna get picked by Robin Hood
Robin Hood taks a few days tae realise yer not frae the sewer

Ye flowers, how can ye mak the warl' look sae nice?
God was the one that made the flouer
Ye flowers shouldna get munched by mice
Ye are not at concerts on a warl' tour
Ye flowers, how can ye produce such a nice look?
Why dae some folk pick ye an' kill ye?
On the bonnieness scale, ye are not at the end o' the scale's hook
Ye are sae bonnie like a' the lassies

Ye flower-covered banks, ye flower-covered braes
I hate the folk who are picking ye
There walking is a stupid cat and a brat
A flower doesna wear a hat
But noo ye are gettin' eaten by the one rat
Rats! A flower's a flower for a' that

Version 3:
"Ye flowers of Bonnie Doon
Ye are sae bonnie
Ye shouldna get ran o'er by a racoon" - The Flower Man

Ye flowers, will ye ever bloom in my gairden
Or will they bloom in the meenister's gairden
This time I don't want Jackie corn yowes eatin' them
'Cause they'll spit oot a dirty gem
Ye flowers, how can ye make a change in the lads attitude?
A' I e'er think aboot is aboot a bonnie flouer
Flouers donna get picked by Robin Hood
Robin Hood taks a few days tae realise floers ne'er grow in the sewer

Ye flowers, how can the warl' become sae bonnie?
I'm talkin' aboot a flouer
Ye flowers shouldna get picked by Connie
Ye are not at concerts at a' on a warl' tour
Ye flowers, how can ye produce the nicest look?
Why dae some folk pick ye an' kill ye?
Ye're ne'er bait attached tae a fishin' rod's hook
Ye're sae bonnie like a' the lassies oot there

Can I tell ye somethin', ye bonnie flouers?
I hate the folk who are picking ye
There walking is the stupid cat in the hat
A flouer is not sae fat
But noo ye are gettin' eaten by a gigantic rat
Get lost rat, 'cause a flower's a flower for a' that

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