Didn't your granny ever tell you?
Didn't your granny ever tell you
Don't pick the bluebells
If you are to stumble across one
Hiding amongst the weeds
Peeping above the shrubs
Stretching beyond the pavement
Swaying in an desolate park
Reaching across meadows
Or
Gathering in countryside fields
Then just remember what granny said
Don't pick the bluebells
Unfortunately
There was once a young, slim built man
Who walked home one day and foolishly conjured up a plan
For lying beside the pavement
And to the young mans amazement
Lay a carpet of lilac bluebells
Only if the boy was to dwell
He'd know all too well
That granny did often tell
Don't pick the bluebells
If a bluebell loops to one side
Then one ought to leave it to reside
For native bluebells comes a tell tale sign
That an ancient woodland lay on the site below
But little did the young man know
Plucking four bunches and ready to show
Oh how his granny would be cursing from below
And instead of rising to say a quick hello
She would have repeated her demand from time ago
Don't pick the bluebells
Don't pick the bluebells...