Have you ever thought,
That maybe in a special spot,
There would be a garden,
With all sorts of flowers?

Well, there is such a spot,
But I can tell you not,
Of where to find this spot.

There are all sorts of flowers at this place,
Some I even put in a vase.

I picked Hibiscus, and Lilies,
Chrysanthemums, Snapdragons,
Tulips and roses.

They came in such wonderful colors,
Like purple and red,
Yellow and blue,
Pink and green, too.

And as I walked through the garden,
I saw a little man,
Dressed as a guardian.

He was by a gate,
And this gate I did hate,
For I was here,
In the most wonderful place,
And there was a hideous gate.

It seemed this gate had not been used,
For a long, long time, mind you,
And my guess was because it was so ugly.
I walked through the gate,
And only to be amazed,
For I had expected inside the gate,
 It would be worse than the gate,
But instead my eyes gazed,
Upon the most beautiful bush.

This flower was all alone in this large gated-off area,
A small bush with two flowers upon it.

I stepped closer,
And my eyes learned it was a rose,
A purple and blue,
Striped rose.

As I advanced,
My eyes turned and found a flower much different,
That this purple and blue,
Striped rose.

This was a red and yellow,
Spotted hibiscus,
And as if this would not have surprised me enough,
It grew from the very same bush as the rose,
The purple and blue,
Striped rose.