A crisp warm breeze, tickled the peach fuzz on my cheeks

I heard the buzzing of bees, as I walked past the trees

I got off of the road, because the sidewalk was flat

I looked up from the ground, and saw her little metal hat

A million times over, this statue I’d passed

I never paid attention, always walking pretty fast

For 17 years, I’d seen this flowergirl

A pail in her hand, and her hair in a twirl

She looked deeply at the ground

But there's nothing to uncover

For the flowergirl was stuck, 

always dressed for summer

Unfortunately for her, her dress had no color

The paint had worn off, and had yet to recover

The girl was still pretty, though bronze a bit duller

She’d been there forever, yet still had no lover