Sweet, sweet Roses,
Why must you prick?
A guard it may be,
But why must you prick
Those thorns of yours,
I'm just trying to prune,
Not pick,
I truly mean no harm,
When I reach for
Your beautiful petals.
I swear I won't harm,
I can be as sweet as a bee,
If only you let me close
Oh sweet, sweet Roses,
Why must you prick?...
