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Within a pleasant garden grew

    A gorgeous English rose,

But who had put this rose bush there?

    The truth is: no-one knows!


Its flowers were of the deepest red;

    Its leaves were emerald green

And of all the roses in the world

    It was the best we’d seen.


Its perfume carried on the breeze;

    Bees came from far and wide

And the rose bush felt formidable;

    Its flowers blushed red with pride.


The other pretty flowers soon saw

    How haughty it became.

This snooty rose, so full of pride,

    Said things to cause them shame.


It spread its roots beneath the soil

    And killed the other flowers

And it soon became abominable

    Because of all its power.


One day the owner of the house

    Decided what he’d do.

He bought a pair of secateurs

    And cut the rose bush through.


'You've taken over everything.

    You’re arrogant, you’re proud!

You’ve sent your roots to where you know

    They’re really not allowed.'


'You thought you were the king of plants

    Above the flowers I love,'

And as the rosebush fell to earth

    These words rained from above.


It’s sad to say that pride can grow

    And soon become conceit,

So, when you venture on this path,

    Watch where you plant your feet.



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