Picking Petals
“Picking Petals”
I stopped on a path one day
And picked a flower for my grandson
And taught him this song
She loves me,
She loves me not.
She loves me,
She loves me not.
Oh No! He cried.
She loves me not.
So I picked another
And again he sang.
She loves me,
She loves me not.
She loves me,
She loves me not.
She loves me.
Oh Yea! He cried.
She loves me!
So all the way home
I picked flowers
And he picked petals.
She loves me,
She loves me not.
She loves me,
She loves me not.
She loves me,
She loves me not.
My little boy and a flower.
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