Fatal Flower Garden Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire (Ft. Andrew Bird)

It rained it poured
It rained so hard
Rained so hard all day
'Till all the boys in our school
Came out to talk and play
They tossed the ball
Again so high
Then again so low
Till it fell into a flower garden
Where no one's allowed to go

When a tipsy Gypsy lady
Dressed in yellow and green
Says come here come here
My pretty little boy
And get your ball again
No I won't come in
I shan't come in
Without my playmates all
I'm gonna get my father and tell him about it
And then the tears shall fall

First she offered an apple sweet
Then a tangerine
Then she offered him a diamond
That seemed to do the trick that enticed him in
She took him by the lily-white hand
And she led him through the hall
She took him to an upper room
Where no one could hear him call
No not a soul