He Has a Red Thumb

Taking time smelling with your noses Thinking Before you lie in a bed a roses You better respect the thorns With these two a rose was born Some complain a rosebush has thorns Grasped with haste and you may be torn Or rejoice a thorn bush has roses Admire the beauty in which the thorny poses You knew when you began to pick Handle with care lest you get pricked A young gardener has a red thumb An older gardener rejoicing he has none