What is the french poem about "our flowers"?

Question

I heard a poem in french class once and it was about a man telling his girlfriend "you're always saying my <something> and your <something>... but it's not my <something> or your <something>, it's our <something>, our <something>, and our <some kind of flowers>". Anyone know what that was?

Answer 1

I think the poem goes like this:

Nos fleurs

Tu me dis toujours que mon ...

Et ton ...

Mais ce n&#039;est pas mon...

Ou ton...

C&#039;est notre..., notre..., et nos...  

Answer 2

Jared, is this some kind of wind-up?  Every word which might have helped to identify this is missing....go and ask your French Teacher - she might be pleased to know that you were listening (well half-listening)