• Rose, Rose, Oh Beautiful Rose!
    You'll cut my fingers as I tickle your toes.
    With your pretty green leaves
    And your impaling red flower
    I could gaze at your beauty for hours.

    Rose, Rose, Oh Beautiful Rose!
    You cut my fingers as I tickle your toes.
    You stand up, tall and proud,
    Silently Screaming Frighteningly Aloud.
    A silent senastion.

    Rose, Rose, Oh Beautiful Rose!
    You cut my fingers as I Tickled your toes.
    But As I Arose,
    Your leaves tickled my nose.
    How Am I supposed to leave you?
    Rose, Rose, Oh Beautiful Rose?