Sweet buttercup,
I lift it up,
Smooth petals to my lips;
If you were she
I’d happy be;
You, too, with up-up trips!

I’d lift you up,
True buttercup,
And you would ne’er say no,
But up and up,
And up and up,
For loved cup’s overflow!

From butter-lips
I’d get sweet sips
Till I was buttered full,
Then close my eyes
And sigh soft sighs
For cups of beautiful!