Don`t Try Suicide

A one two three four one Yeah O.k. They found little Annie all covered with ice Still clutchin` her poor frozen shears Amidst all the blossoms she had fashioned by hand And watered with all her young tears. There must be a heaven where little Annie can play In heavenly gardens and bowers. And instea-a-ad of a halo she`ll wear `round her head A garland of genuine flowers. No more artificial flowers; Throw away those artificial flowers, Flowers for ladies of society to wear. Throw away those artificial flowers, Those dumb-dumb flowers, Fashioned from Annie`s, Fashioned from A-a-a-annie`s Des-pa-a-a-air. O.k.