As the sun came up this morning
My thoughts were far away dwelling
In a place I find myself at times
A quiet place of rollings hills
With a cool wind that blows
And the time I had the chance
To gently pick a rose
Well much to my disheartenment
I made the mistake and chose
A maiden of enchantment
Though her plan she didn’t expose
I realize now the flower I picked
Was one with wide green petals
But much to my disgust I find
I’ve plucked a bouquet of nettles
The lesson in this is plain
And easy to keep an eye on
The next time I stoop to pluck a rose
I’ll choose the dandelion.
