Of all the saddest words
That I have ever heard
The saddest is the story
Told me by a bird
He had spent about and hour
Chatting with a flower
And here ís the tale the flower told. Oh!
I'm a lonely little
petunia in an onion patch, An onion patch, an onion
patch I'm a lonely little
petunia in an onion patch And all I do is cry all
day Boo hoo, boo hoo The air ís so
strong it takes my breath away I'm a lonely little
petunia in an onion patch, Oh won't you come and
play with me
Who put me in this bed?
I'll bet his face is red
I call him down with every teardrop that I shed
If I only had him here
I'd take him by the ear
And make him share my misery Chorus
My nerves begin to crack, each time time I see a track
Made by a kitty with a stripe right on his back.
If he'd ever stop by me,
I think I'd rather be,
A dead petunia, wouldn't you? Oh! Chorus