By the little-known 20th Century composer, Fritz Spielmann (Fred Spielman), born in Vienna in 1906; died in the US in 1997. His then wife, Janice Torre, wrote the lyrics, just as famous as the melody.
It was originally sung by Anita Bryant in 1960. I heard it while staying in a remote village in Tutuila Island in the South Pacific. The song has a different sort of fame to the crap that goes around in those idiotic pathetic hit charts. Both the people who use those charts and the masses that are swayed by them are a bunch of incompetent jackasses, the lot of them. They're gone, untreatable; don't even mess with them, they don't have any brains left. If people don't use their brains, the material gets eliminated and there's little left. It gets removed and sent down the spinal column to the urinary tract and they, therefore, pee their brains out.
"Paper Roses" was so far-reaching that it could penetrate to a tribal village in the remote reaches of the Pacific Ocean because it addressed and soothed a common problem experienced everywhere in this disappointing world, and that was the individual experiencing a cheapening of his or her life by the shallowness of others around them. It happened to Spielmann as he began a promising career as a composer. The 20th Century was a "paper roses" era when a vast movement was afoot to profit from the masses by rendering them into mere impulse buyers. To do this the "elite" had to destroy culture and replace it with something debilitating the gullible masses would foolishly adopt as their own. They're all idiots. Whatever.
Anyway, for a visual, I actually found nothing in my archives. So I put in a series I did in Carlsbad, California of a purple balloon on a windy day. I used to dangle holographic film off of helium balloons and fly them on a fishing line to get rid of the crows. It worked. Well? See any crows in the series, hmm? I got rid of hundreds of them. Works on the farm, too. Forget the aluminum foil. Put out strips of silver holographic film that breaks the light into colors. Other birds love them.