Rose, when you’re bored of blooming
By Mary Caroline Davies
I’m glad there are roses, roses,
Are you happy with me?
I wonder if the rose is assuming
Anyone can be
Very pleased with it?
The rose is happy with the sun, rain and bees.
I’m happy with dolls and hats
And swing between our apple trees,
from jars and cats;
and baseball bats.
I’m glad there are roses, roses,
Are you happy with me?
When you’re tired of blooming, look,
You’ll see me sitting with a book
Or knock me down on my knees.
The times when you had nothing else to do
You might like to look at me
The way I like to look at you!