When flowers bloom each May, we rise at dawn each day. We all are doomed if buds have bloomed in any other way than how the queen likes each spray, and so we paint every spray, recalling what she might say.
Painting the tulips pink because we often think purple is wrong, and so our song helps spirits not to sink. Mixing our red and white ink, we're painting the tulips pink.
Painting the asters gold is unnatural, we're told. They're usually bright purple or white, but the queen often scolds if these flowers she beholds, so we're painting the asters gold.
Painting zinnias blue seems most unwise to do, and yet these blooms would seal our tombs if Her Majesty knew, and since our lives would be through, we're painting zinnias blue.
Our chores will not be done until the setting sun, yet now I fear it's very clear our work has just begun. The roses are left undone, and we must paint every one!