Tried to see you yesterday
I had so many things I wanted to say
Yet when knocked your mother answered the door
Said I can see you no more.

Why? I asked her politely
You're not her type, she said, you're too carefree
So take your bunch of wild petunias and go
We don't want you here no more
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Now why does it always have to be me
Who gets picked upon just like three
Daisies in a jam jar looking bored
Or three Spanish bullfighters
That have just been gored

Why don't you try helping me
By telling your mother how charming I can be
And maybe the next time that I knock on your door
She won't send me away no more.