Guess what joy in my garden grows
In May, yet a first summer rose
When others buds will wait til June
One rose thinks that May's not too soon
This big rose, framed in green, bright pink
It's seen the sun, and had a drink
It's bold, attracts me like a wink
It makes me stop and look and think
Nearby I see small, lower weeds
Struggling up boldly, from wild seeds
Proclaim the gard'ner's lack of deeds
Dandelion soup, when in dire needs
My eye returns to that sole rose
Which grows where almost no-one goes
The back garden, where a fox shows
Slugs stop me wearing open toes
April's cut roses wilt in vases
Whilst outside a real rose is born
A rose whose sent attracts my nose
But look, don't touch, for it has thorns
Today there could be sun or rain
Proudly proclaim, 'Summer, again!'
I'll smile all day, the whole world knows
What I saw first, that first, pink rose.
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