Five Flowers in a Row

Five little flowers growing in a row. The first one saying,

I'm pink, you know. The second one, bright, but I'm purple

and beautiful. The third one quipped, I'm red in colorful.

The fourth one snapped, I'm blue and I'm better than you.

The fifth one cheered, my color is yellow. I'm cuter than

you. Five little flowers fighting in a row in the bright sun.

They died, you know. Too much sun, not enough water. It's better to

be friends than fight one another. It's better to be friends than fight one another.