The First Book I Wrote

Was all about flowers.

I chewed on my pencil

For hours and hours.

It wasn't easy to make it rhyme

but don't be too harsh,

I was only nine!

Now that I'm older

I waffle more

And get sentimental,

What a bore.

But when all's said and done,

Said the bee to his son,

Buzzing round hour after hour,

To make life complete

You just can't beat

That old Flower Power.

(and yes, it was the sixties!)