The flower with the eye by L’Fontaine

The flower of the eye,
My little tour guide of mine,
Treat me much like lye:
For I wish to be a mere parasite to you, to dine

Fleur Du Mal,
Oh why most thou wicked edelweiss,
With your stalk, nice and tall,
Must you be full of vice?

Oh entice,
Reunite for the bouquet of flowers
Before the itty bitty bites from the mice
Come to our flowers with great powers

Oh fuse together malicious rose
With a hint of lavender,
You must pose,
With the greatest endure

That no experience may limit what is seen, is said
May never wish for the day the flowers wilts for the dead.