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Dear Rose

Like a colourful butterfly
At the angelic piping of Ariel
Warming up wings ready to fly
To take up habitat in the aerial
So a tender heart mine
Goes from Terpsichore to stupid
Walls stopped not the spine
As your accuracy surpassed Cupid
Hence I gently implore thee
Hail splendid Rose of Mary
Full of splendour and glory
Thy goodness drives my love to fury
Blessed are thy offsprings to carry
Blessed is the man you marry
Shall I call you holy, Mary
Mother my children strawberry
Prithee let us make merry
Now and always till we ferry.