Little Happy Rose

 Up there, on the hill versant she grows

On the early  sunrise  she roused and rose

Surrounded by grass, uninterested he poses

Green with envy he was, she supposes

In fact he was, and he was morose

In order to cheer him up she claimed;

To be a grass, I always aimed

But you are beauty, and also fame

That’s why with regret I flame

I can’t believe, yourself you blame?

Then let me tell you why I do;

Cose you enjoy more than I do

You live too long more than I do

You also see more than I do

People don’t pick you, but me they do

Even though, you are always happy and pleased

And you’ve always in the pink seemed

And all the time to the happiness you lead

Yes I do, I do indeed

I have no time for the sadness to heed

Mr. Princy