Little, little Mary Anne,
Smile oh so bright you sure can.
My heart gently you do touch,
My dear, sweet friend, Mary Anne.

I care for you dearly so,
Like your heart mine is gold too;
Because my heart you have touched,                  
It's gold like the heart in you.

The Midas Rose flower blooms,
Have a yellow that's so bright;
But it's when the sun goes down,
Their beauty fades out of sight.

Unlike a Midas touch rose,
Your heart's beauty always glows.