I'll never forget that nice old man who smiled as I entered his store.
He ran up to the front and held back the big glass door.
I was 8 and with my mum and we were shopping for some flowers.
We looked around this garden store for quite a good few hours.

The nice old man kept on smiling and he helped us choose our buy,
and I can say with honesty he was the least judgmental guy.
He was happy that we came and glad to have us round,
And mum was pretty chuffed with the flowers that she found.

Before we left I noticed, a busy lizzie on the floor,
And I never saw such pretty pink flowers like that in my life before.
I loved it so, and was about to go, when suddenly he came.
''This plant is just for you, busy Lizzie is it's name.''

I was taken back by the kindness of this smiley old new friend.
And I looked after Lizzie, and she looked after me.
I remember this old man, for the smile he didn't pretend.
Lizzie and I grew close and wild and I'm grateful she was free!