Pure and Innocent
I am not the first flower that comes to mind
When you pick a bouquet for your one true love,
But I am truly one of the finest kind.
A bicycle built for two fits like a glove,
For my namesake would look sweet upon the seat,
If she would give him her answer like a dove.
Though I have many colors, white ones are sweet.
The little game, 'He loves me, he loves me not'
Is played by girls and women, alike, 'How neat!'
I compliment other flowers, that's my lot.
Another girl named for me lived in Dog Patch.
Li'l Abner loved her. Her cut-off jeans were hot!
Tuck me into bridal bouquets, that's a match,
The symbol of innocence that bride's maids catch.