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.