Who wants a flower? Who wants a weed?

When I was very small, and adorably cute by the way, I use to run around with those white dandelions in my dirty little hands and sing "Who wants a flower, who wants a weed?" Well I pick the flower.

I use to also sing "I love you and I don't want to die." I was a messed up kid it would seem, by the song lyrics I wrote. But I wasn't. I was incredibly happy. And for the record. I still love you.