Inside this tiny bottle, so very small and blue.
Now please do not uncork it, or everything'll get away;
I thought you might like your own summer's day.
Put it on away.
Now please don't ask why I gave this gift to you,
Don't know myself, did it on a whim
As the thought came running through.
I just want to make you happy,
I thought you might like your own summer's day.
Put it on away.
Now can you read the writing on this tiny bottle's wall?
I know it's quite small but I can read it all.
It says she who is reading me is looking at my side,
And might be kind of interested at what lies inside.
I hold one breath of a butterfly and one ray from the sun;
And lot's and lot's of laughter from little children's fun.
Now please do not uncork me, or everything'll get away;
I thought you might like your own summer's day.
Put it on away.
