It scans to"Poor Buttercup,
Poor little Buttercup"
At least, you repeat the first line
But I speak for myself
If you want something else
Write the verses yourself, I decline

When I talk of pansies, I only mean flowers
Though I know that you think that's not true
Still I do take delight
That you don't think's its right
When derision's directed at you

I grew up in a city all steel dark and grey
And we all struggled hard to survive
In this world vast and grand
We lived, mouth from hand
And none knew that we were alive

Today, I sit quiet and gaze at the earth
And I'm dragged from my sweet reverie
By a cruel trick of fate
Childrens death, crime of hate
With accounting demanded from me

And from far o'er the ocean from cause I know not
I hear voices of great indignation
Expressing outrage
At this scene on life's stage
Pointing blame at my country's foundation

Oh the country is vast and the borders extend
Past the limits of imagination
And I 'm just one man
Just a lone grain of sand
In a desert's enormous creation

so I ask why you care about these grains of sand
Or how you can tell from your distance
Which dark or which light
Which wrong or which right
And why do they need your assistance?