Once there was a little rose,
With petals of pale yellow,
She didn't have a care in the world,
Her days were calm and mellow.
One day, a bumblebee came buzzing by,
To gather up some nectar for honey,
The rose gladly gave him some,
Though the bee hadn't any money.
Then, the bee went on his way,
Back to his family and his hive,
He left the little yellow rose,
So proud to be alive.
So, for now, the rose is content,
To listen to every sound,
Until some pretty little girl comes,
And plucks her from the ground.
January 10, 2008
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