Not a yellow or a peach rose,
But just a plain rose,
Would you quit behaving like a chameleon on the loose?
What if I labelled you as Rose,
Not a wilted or a blooming rose,
But just a simple rose,
Would you let go of your habit of cherry-picking?
What if I called you Rose,
Not a summer or a winter rose,
But a good old rose,
You would still find a degree of comparison, wouldn’t you?