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
Ain't it nice
The life forever for
Flowers