With each passing day, I see more and more,
Growing and stretching my fragile green limbs,
I break through the tomb I was in before,
Light making dewdrops look like dazzling gems.
O! how fast and beautifully I grow!
Shooting straight up and basking in the sun,
Many different colors I do show,
A wonderful bloom is already done.
My soft petals unfold, so delicate
And unique in shape, texture; all my own
With a little nice bee that I have met.
O! how so glad I am to have been sewn!
I am a tulip, a daisy, a rose,
A flower of all sorts ev'ryone knows.