For the Youngest Pick a rose while you can, But in case the last kid ran Roses have thorns, And bulls have horns. So be careful. Wave a red cloth around, And better be prayerful. It may look nice out. But later comes a drought. And the sky may be clean, But that old man is still mean. So pick your roses, While you can. Cause tomorrow you'll Be so much older. And not allowed to cry On someone's shoulder.
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