There was a field
There was a patch
And in the patch,
That was in a field,
Was a sunflower

The sunflower was shaded by trees,
But grew none the less,

It was nibbled by birds,
Pestered by bees,
And pelted by butterflies,
But did it die, no, it lived on

No matter the season,
No matter the weather,
The sunflower grew

It had a rich, brown heat
And a crown of gold

At times its leaves fell,
And its seeds, they scattered,
But our sunflower grew

Then, a boy came,
To the field,
And to the patch

He pulled the sunflower,
With care,
From the dirt

He took the sunflower from the patch,
From the field,
To a cart

In the cart was a tin bucket,
And in the bucket was dirt

The boy put the sunflower,
So beautiful,
In the bucket

He drove the cart to a house,
He put the sunflower by a bed

By the bed was a woman,
The woman was pale, and she held a baby
But she was smiling

She took the sunflower,
Smelling it's sent,
And laughed

A man came,
Smiling,
And took the baby

And there the sunflower stayed,
In the house,
By a window,
With the boy,
The baby,
Laughing woman,
And the smiling man

The sunflower looked to the sun,
And flourished with the love of a family