Lucky Me!

Of all the flowers in the garden,

Of all the blossoms on the trees,

There is one thing I'm not sure of:

Why did you ever choose me?

I'm not a raving beauty,

I'm not even halfway there,

But there must have been

some reason for you to care.

Was why beauty so overwhelming?

Were my petals soft to your touch?

I cannot think of the reason

Why you cared for me so much?

So why did you ever choose me?

Why did it have to be me?

For, I'm just a little buttercup

Growing underneath a tree.