When a young lady named Miss Rose
Said, “do you like my little nose?”.
I said, “it’s a strange thing
How the birds sing in spring.
And Rose, you are wearing no clothes!”.
When a young lady named Miss Rose
Said, “do you like my little nose?”.
I said, “it’s a strange thing
How the birds sing in spring.
And Rose, you are wearing no clothes!”.
I hope she doesn’t catch a cold.
I hope so too Vivienne!