My rose-girl loves a rose, she does;
Was once a bee, I think she was.
Although she’s now a woman—see!
She must have been a bumblebee!
For she loves roses oh, so much,
She dreams they’re hers to kiss and touch.
Oh, I would make her dream be real
And give her one that’s so ideal,
That she my petal lips would kiss
And buzz into my ear like this:
“Oh lover-boy, my rose so true,
My darling rose, I live for you.”
Then soft l would my petals close
Around her cheeks and lips and nose.