Rose, When You're Bored With Blooming

Rose, When You're Bored With Blooming
by Mary Carolyn Davies

I'm glad that there are roses, Roses,
Are you glad there's me?
I wonder if a rose supposes
Anyone can be
So glad as she?

A rose is glad of sun and rain and bees.

I'm glad of dolls and hats

And of the swing between our apple-trees,

Of cooky-jars and cats;

And baseball bats.

I'm glad that there are roses, Roses,

Are you glad there's me?

When you are bored with blooming, look,

You'll see me sitting with a book

Or with my hemming on my knee;

Times when you've nothing else to do

Perhaps you'll like to look at me

The way I like to look at you!