And all I could do was fear
For the consequences of my errors.
My mother was the source of my horrors.
My grades weren't looking too good.
She thought I was now dumb as wood.
There was always something new every day.
I got in trouble in every way.
I have to get it together and behave,
But my mother will still be upset and grave.
So my only option was roses for the moment
Luckily, it was the key to her amusement.
She appreciated my gesture.
But she still expected better behavior.
If I ever get in trouble again,
I gotta go with tulips, a bouquet of ten.
