A hot summer morning- a cuppa in her hand,
Stretching the tired muscles she reaches out as high as she
can.
A look out of the window with a slight smile,
Sips of the morning elixir,
smoothens the pillow creases across her face.
She peeks, bends over slightly to catch a glimpse of the
little yellow flowers.
The little yellow flowers on the concrete pavement they lie,
So fresh so cheerful, so oh my my !
They fall from tens to thousands, graciously from their
green abodes,
The world around them smiling- the good old dancing Uncle
John tree,
the chimneys and the squirrels running from hither to thee .
O what a wonderful sight it is for her to see- the pleasing
nature in all its glory.
She peeks, bends over slightly to catch a glimpse of the
little yellow flowers.
The little yellow flowers on the concrete pavement they lie,
So fresh so cheerful so oh my my !
