The white rose sits on her grassy throne <br />Her hands are gloved in leaves of green <br />Her face is as pale as the winter moon <br />She looks to the sun, lively and keen <br /> <br />The sun beems down on her perfect face <br />She seems to sparkle in the light <br />Her day goes by at a leisurely pace <br />Her beauty is seen, even at night! <br /> <br />The bees are her suitors <br />She has plenty of those <br />But none does she favour <br />Than her lover red rose!<br /><br />Waltzing Mouse<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-rose-5/
