Woke up in the garden,
Very late this morning,
Struggling & yawning

Creepy crawlies creeping.

My mouth is dry

But my face is wet
From the morning dew
I've had more than a few.


Tried to pull myself up
Roses point and laugh at me

Got this pain across my arm
Red armies stung me greatly.


My mouth is dry
But my face is wet
From the tears from my eyes

I tilt my head to the sky

What am I going to do

To get myself out of this mess?
Tulip said "to get hold of yourself"
and this is what he said.


Get get up
Stop feeling sorry for yourself

Get get up
Or in no time you will wither just like my old self.


Get get up
Stop feeling sorry for yourself
Get get up

Or in no time you will wither

(.............)


Get get up
Stop feeling sorry for yourself

Get get up
Or in no time you will wither just like my old self


Get get up
Stop feeling sorry for yourself
Get get up

Or in no time you will wither.