The Dithering Girl

There I see the little girl

Holding a bushel of fresh lilacs,

Closer to her chest

Careful, she does not make it fall.

There I see this little mermaid

As beautiful as blooming tulip,

She knocks the door of the boy who lives across the street,

With the bassinet of love she is holding tight.

She knocks and knocks again

Waiting for him to open up the door,

Her li'l feet capering by the lawn

She cannot wait to tell him she plucked 'em all.

Now hours have passed

No one showed up and said a hi!

And she knows it's time for her to leave;

She steps down the stairs.

And then turned by;

Her eyes with all tears,

How can she take away all the love she brought up here!

Oh the poor little girl, cradles the flowers and put them gently on the ground;

She wonders whether the breeze will make them swipe or he will receive her gift by tonight!