There was a young gal from Regina
Who planted a rose in her ______.
Said, I’ll bet I’m the only ho’s
Who’s cultivating such a rose
From here to Shanghai, China.
I know it’s a lot for the mind to hurdle
But as sure as my name is Myrtle
I’ve run out of room
For even one more bloom,
At least it’s in a place that is fertile.
She seldom wears any clothes
Just why everybody knows
But she has lots of fun
Basking in the sun.
They call her The Southern Rose.
It’s the best flower I ever bought her
As she’s also the gardener’s daughter.
She takes good care
Of her flower down there
And it never lacks for water.
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