"Joe was walking down the street
who did joe just chance to meet?
A rose, A rose, A rose
Joe began to stop and stare
what was a rose doing there?
a Rose, a Rose, a Rose
'Perchance youd like to move away'
Joe was then heard to say
to rose, to rose, to rose
the rose she did not buge
for wich Joe did take a gruge
at rose, at rose, at rose
'be then blated to bits'
Joe did say and rased his fists
to Rose, to Rose, to Rose
the thorns did prick his skin
and Joe left, he didnt win
A rose, A rose, A rose'

*bows*