Once there was a boy with flowers for hair.
Beautiful, beautiful flowers.
As he grew, so did they.
He went through day to day life
With a grin on his face,
And no one said a word.
Until one day he came upon a group of men,
With stems growing out of their heads;
And they laughed,
Until the boy could not take it anymore,
And he cut his flowers off.
"Am I beautiful now?"