Little Flower

Little flowers never worry,

When the winds begin to blow,

And they never, never cry.

When the rains begin to fall.

Oh, it's wet and oh, it's so cold.

Soon the sun will shine again,

Then they'll smile unto the world,

For their beauty to behold.

When the clouds begin to gather,

And the winds begin to blow,

Little flowers don't complain,

 Though they're tossing to and fro.

Oh, I guess they've learned the secret,

They don't fret because they know,

If it never, never rained.

Then they'd never, never grow.