It was sometimes long ago:
We heard a song for rose to grow.
The rose grew and grew so to show:
She's the Queen of garden, as you know.

Voltaire said some time ago:
'Cultivate your garden so
That the plants and vegetations
Will reward your perspirations.'

Cultivating, cultivating
Comes the time for rich harvesting
See what Queen Rose will provide you;
'Ouch!''My thorns are here for you!'

'Queen Rose, Queen Rose of my garden
Forgive me that have a question:
What's the matter? May I ask you?
Blossom, fragrance just had left you?'

'I am no weed in your garden,
I need dry air, warm and sunshine,
I need dusting, spaying, pruning,
Royal request for my caring!'

'I need soil proper for me,
I need kissing, hugging of me,
I need love and lot attention:
For my blossoms admirations.'

'I can be tree: sticks support me,
I can be bush or just trellising,
I have colours endless blooming:
But my thorns are always guarding!'

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