Marigold, Marigold, quite contrary.
RUDE. All of your friends are yellow, and here’s you, being all ORANGE when you bloom. That really puts a cockle shell in my pretty maids.
(Though, they’re still alive and the butterfly bush thing looks like it’s going to explode soon. This is notable. As is the fact that Ryan says, “cut the grass” and I say, “mow the lawn.” This appears to be a little-discussed horticultural regionality.)