Keep Silent Sweet Lily,
Flow free and smile.
You musn't murmur,
You musn't share.
Keep the butterflies unaware.

Though danger befall them,
They come to rest awhile.
Upon your petals,
They land heavy,
But remain gentle and quiet for ev'ry.

Dear Lily knows,
Young Fleur-de-Lis,
The secrets, secrets
Of preying beasts.
As all the while
Her stem, it withers.
Seconds pass, not a tree leans hither.

Speak not Sweet Lily,
Be not so excited.
You tire the bees,
You tire the birds,
They grow weary with your ev'ry word.

Though you know, Dear,
You must learn to hide it.
The forest creatures,
They will shun
You in your chatter once you've begun.

Kind Lily obeys,
She shrinks away,
But she knows, well,
Of the Forest way.
No chatter of butterflies,
Nor buzz of bees,
Is quite condemned as Fleur-de-Lis.

The Forest in roar, all is well
But as Lily sings a note, all laughter fails.
Curse thee chatterbox, of leaves and motor,
Lay down Sweet Lily among the clovers.
Keep Silent Sweet Lily, 'twill soon be over.