Waltz of the Wild Flowers

One, two, three, dance, two three,

There is a scent on the west wind you see.

White, two, three, gold, two three,

Bobbing and darting and ssssssh! two, three.

A rustle of leaves (the columbine’s cape),

And all of the grasses look down towards the lake.

Dip, two, three, turn, two, three,

Something is caught in the current’s harsh spree.

Bob, spin, dive, dunk, two, three,

Why, yes it’s the dandy and just look at his glee!

He leaps to the shore, with nary a scrape,

And grabs hold of Queen Anne, for fear he’ll be late.

One, two, three, bow, two, three,

The lace bends down low to the ground, two, three.

Leap, two, three, tug, two, three,

The mane of a lion set free, two, three,

And then through the trees, a much harsher gale,

Stirs up all the petals – Goodbye! (two, three).