I am your little flower, Mom
Please help me grow and bloom;
Take the weeds, but leave the roots
And give me lots of room.
Mom, you are my gardener;
My sunshine and my rain.
Too much will make me wither
With enough, I’ll bloom again.
I am your little flower, Mom
I’m different from the rest;
Don’t pick me Mom, just help me grow
To be my very best
