Sweet flower

I went outside

In the early morning

The little flowers were resplendent,

I never saw them so beautiful.

I ventured to pluck one of them,

Because it pleased me so much;

Yet as I went to stoop,

I saw a lovely game.

Butterflies and bees,

Beetles bright and shiny,

They all had to pay it service

With a merry morning song;

And they joked a lot and kissed

The little flower on the mouth,

And had their own way with it

For probably a whole hour.

And how they showed off

Their game of this way and that,

The little flower bowed

With delight to and fro.

So I did not pluck it,

It would certainly be dead tomorrow,

And just said:

Adieu, little red flower!

And the butterflies and bees,

The bright and shiny beetles,

They sang with a happy expression

A fine thank-you to me.