[iF I WeRE buT a BuTTeRcuP]

[iF I WeRE buT a BuTTeRcuP]

If I were but a buttercup
- I'd drink the cosmic rays
And thirst upon the morning dew
- until the dog-eared days -
Of new Spring love do come to pass
- and bees come 'round to call -
My front porch will be buzzin'
- suited men with parasols -
But when they come a callin'
- I mustn't wilt away -
And hide out in our field of same
- just like I am today. 

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