Non Carpe Florem

Do not seize the flower,
Oh, sweet maid, I beg thee.
Let it grow another hour,
Another year if can be.

Flowers are all we have,
All the beauty we know.
We must try to save
It, it so soon will go.

Do not seize the flower,
Oh, sweet maid, I beg thee.
Leave it in its garden bower,
And come love with me.

A greater tribute we will make
To life and to passing time,
For the bloom's and our own sake,
To sing instead some sweet rhyme.