Sweet but tart,
Tart enough to make me pucker
Bright and beautiful
Yet they hurt, those thorns,
They sting.
They sing, “Keep away!”
Even I have protecting thorns.
My mom and dad protect me.
Age 11
Sweet but tart,
Tart enough to make me pucker
Bright and beautiful
Yet they hurt, those thorns,
They sting.
They sing, “Keep away!”
Even I have protecting thorns.
My mom and dad protect me.
Age 11