Indulgent Lines For a Maid Named Rose

I know a maid—her name is Rose. She has long hair that’s thick and dark, and great, green eyes like no one knows; and she can sing just like a lark. She loves to read, and is well-read: she’s a genius, and knows a lot— in truth, there’s so much in her head to figure out than just let rot. Glad to say she’s now a student enrolled in classes at a college:— how wonderful, how elegant, that she attends a place of knowledge! 'Ere long, she’ll graduate with honors and "summa cum laude" distinction, with a master’s conferred upon her to pursue disease intervention. In all this time, I’ll support her; and be the best friend that she needs: I’ll be there to urge and exhort her, to guide her from life's baleful "weeds."