Why are people named after flowers As if they will grow up to behold Beauty like the softness of a petal We give 'em out at special occasions Birth and death and love and growing old We cut 'em from the ground and try to save 'em In hopes they'll stay alive after they're sold On another planet we are flowers And alien, they put us in a vase To impress the beings at their parties To liven up their space I'll admit that I love having flowers Around my home But only when they are given to me I never kill flowers on my own