There is a flower sitting on the table,
grab it gently, or the pedals might fall off.
And once you have it in your hands,
hold it gently, or the stem might snap in half.
Mother brought it for you
You don't have to pick it up.
But just remember that there's a flower on the table,
treat it nicely or the flower will die.

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