PETALS FROM A DAISY
She loves me; she loves me not;
She loves me; she loves me not.
Not knowing the answer is driving me crazy,
And that’s why I’m picking petals from a daisy.
She loves me; she loves me not;
She loves me; she loves me not.
The answer to that depends a lot
On how many petals the daisy’s got
She loves me; she loves me not;
She loves me; she loves me not.
When the last petal falls, I shall finally know
Whether it’s time for me to go.
You can bet, of course, by the Law of Sod,
That the number of petals will never be odd.
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