Running Down the Hill

I’m a wildflower, I poke up through the grass
Everyday I watch the children play as they go past
But when they aren’t looking and no one else can see
I open up my petals and whee!
I go running down the hill
I-I-I'm running down the hill
I-I-I'm running down the hill
I-I-I'm running down the hill
I go dancing down the hill
I-I-I'm dancing down the hill
I-I-I'm dancing down the hill
I-I-I'm dancing down the hill
I have so many colors, my stem is long and thin
Watch me as I’m waving in a soft wind
But when you aren’t looking and no one else can see
I open up my petals and whee!
I go running down the hill
I-I-I'm running down the hill
I-I-I'm running down the hill
I-I-I'm running down the hill
I go jumping down the hill
I-I-I'm jumping down the hill
I-I-I'm jumping down the hill
I-I-I'm jumping down the hill
I go spinning down the hill
I-I-I'm spinning down the hill
I-I-I'm spinning down the hill
I-I-I'm spinning down the hill
I go rolling down the hill
I-I-I'm rolling down the hill
I-I-I'm rolling down the hill
I-I-I'm rolling down the hill
And I’m falling down the hill
And I’m running down the hill
The very next time you pass by — think of me