Other Flowers

Ben slipped away last night into a poppy grove
He was peeking for light through a keyhole
He just wanted to know, «Do other flowers grow?»
His mother came over today to collect his clothes
He had a function he had to get to
Neither guest nor host
He went, «Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-mm-mm, mm
Do other flowers grow?»
He went, «Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-mm-mm, mm
Do other flowers grow?»
Carnations and lilies were left by guests
But these weren’t the flowers that took his breath
Wonder now if he knows
That other flowers grow
He went, «Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Do other flowers grow?»
He went, «Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Do other flowers grow? »