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ARTIFICIAL FLOWERS. BOBBY DARIN.
Alone in the world was poor little Anne
As sweet a young child as you'd find.
Her parents had gone to their finalreward
Leavin' their baby behind.

(Did you hear?)
This poor little child was only nine years of age
when mother and dad went away;
Still she brav-el-yworked
At the one thing she knew
to earn her few pennies a day.

She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers,
Flowers for ladies of fashion towear;
She made artificial flowers, you know those artificial flowers,
Fashioned from Annie's despair.

With paper and shears, with some wire and waxShe made up each tulip and 'mum.
As snowflakes drifted into her tenement room
Her baby little fingers grew numb.

From makin' artificial flowers, thoseartificial flowers
Flowers for ladies of high fashion to wear.
She made artificial flowers, artificial flowers
Made from Annie's despair.

Theyfound 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 heryoung 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 headA garland of genuine flowers.

No more artificial flowers;
Throw away those artificial flowers,
Flowers for ladies of society to wear.
Throw awaythose artificial flowers,
Those dum-dum flowers,
Fashioned from Annie's,
Fashioned from A-a-a-annie's
Des-pa-a-a-air.
(Give her the real thing!)