A (G rated) parody sung by at least one barbershop quartet.
After singing it straight, it is followed by this "second" verse and chorus:

Last week down at the greenhouse Ned and I, we got a job,
To while away the hours among the pretty flowers.
To save hotel expenses we slept on the greenhouse floor.
Pajamas were the things we never wore.
One night last week we woke to find the greenhouse all aflame.
There was no time for clothes, and it really was a shame.

Ned grabbed a tulip, a sweet yellow tulip,
and I grabbed a big red rose,
The greenhouse was burning and for safety we were yearning
and we had no time for clothes.
Next morning the jury condemned us with fury
for running around so exposed.
I said, "Now judge, quit your stallin' the petals are fallin'
from his tulip and my big red rose!"