I’m sitting by an iris;
What a lovely place to be!
I’m sitting by an iris,
And it’s growing beside me.

What doth make an iris?
Quite a lot, I’d think.
I’ve seen that purple color
In the running off wet ink.

What doth make an iris?
At the center I observe
A crown so fine, so fair-formed
My queen’s head it would turn.

What doth make an iris?
A golden pollen fuzz
Like the coat of Mr. Bumblebee
When by it he doth buzz.

What doth make an iris?