The sweet-smelling flowers are dancing again;
Drifting, swaying, moving to the music of the wind.
Their yellow dresses lifting as they spin,
On the pure green stage free and well.
Clap clap the sound of joy fills the air;
As maiden walk by further down the path.
The ballerinas in pink shall now dance;
To show off their moves of prim and grace;
Swinging their tiny prideful heads.
Next in line are the flowers of love;
With rose-red skirts and green tops;
Smiling and waving as they sing,
Their voices harmonising and matching the wind.
The two-lipped flowers with different dresses,
Came up next and filled the air with flying kisses.
The maidens giggled as they tried
To catch the kisses the flowers provide.
As this game comes to an end
Can you maidens decide,
who did best and why?
