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?