Pretty flow'r, pray tell me why
All your leaves do open wide,
Ev'ry morning, when on high
The noble sun begins to ride,
The noble sun begins to ride.

This is why, my lady fair,
If you would the reason know,
For betimes the pleasant air
Very cheerfully doth blow,
Very cheerfully doth blow.

And the birds on ev'ry tree,
Sing a merry, merry tune,
And the busy honey bee
Comes to sip my honey soon,
Comes to sip my honey soon.

This is all the reason why
I my little leaves undo;
Lady, lady, wake and try
If I have not told you true,
If I have not told you true.