Good day, good day, my name is Blossom,
I live here in this thicket,
I live in the ground year round
But come to the surface in spring,
When the sun begins to shine
It so warms my head
So that I keep from freezing
And can peek through,
So that I keep from freezing
And can peek through.

Good day, my name is Twig, I
I live here in this flower bed,
I stay here both night and day
If only I get water,
If the weather is against me
So that it gets too dry
Then my roots start to hurt
And I die and wither away,
Then my roots start to hurt
And I die and wither away.