The thorny rose that no one liked; It lacked a petal and had a thousand spikes. The thorns that grew from its roots to leaves Kept the people from touching it. But, this thorny rose once had no thorns at all; It just lacked a single petal, tho, This was enough for it be alone And cursed by all, oh, so much woe. So, she cried a million tears Which soon grew as thorns and nasty leaves. Now no one gives it a second glance, But it doesn't really need anyone's touch.