So many Flowers in the garden looking their best,

But one stands out amongst the rest.

One is a little brighter shade of red,

And stood up taller in the Flower bed.

It was a Finnish flower that stood so tall,

So cute and fair like a babies doll.

Still it was elegant and strong,

Like a meadowlarks summer song.

Its’ stem was slender and long.

This Flower, it had nothing with it wrong.

I wished it would to me belong.

So beautiful in form and style.

And its’ sent was bitter, sweet and sour

Together tranquilly and forever and a while.

Until death will I part from my Finnish Flower.