In my hometown, there lies a street,
A buzzing, busy city street,
Where cars speed forward in roaring fleets
Toward places to be and people to meet.
And on this street lies a bouquet,
A busty, bountiful bouquet.
Next to the cracking curb, it lays
And braves the the traffic of midday.
And the bouquet has leaves of red,
A lustful, lively, bloody red.
It's sad such life will soon be dead,
Crushed by our killer tire treads.