Petunia

“Of all the saddest words that I have ever heard the saddest is the story told me by a bird.

He'd spent about an hour chatting with a flower and here is the tale the flower told:

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.

Boohoo! Boohoo! The air’s so strong it takes my breath away!

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. Oh, won’t you come and play with me?”

When I was little, I knew only the chorus of this song. When you leave out the verses it’s more about not fitting in than about how bad the onions smell.  I used to pity the poor flower. But now I wonder if she’d have been happier if she complained less.