One merry summer day
Two roses were at play;
All at once they took a notion
They would like to run away!
Queer little roses,
Funny little roses,
To like to run away!
They stole along my fence;
They clambered up my wall;
They climbed into my window
To make a morning call!
Queer little roses,
Funny little roses,
To make a morning call!<sub.–Julia P. Ballard.