| Lonely Rosa |
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| Rosa, o lonely rosa |
| She keeps her mind out of all she says |
| Clear, clear, oh yes, we fear dear |
| Your idle rambles fail to impress |
| It speaks… |
| Rosa, o lonely rosa |
| Wraps madness loosely in reams of spiel |
| Clap-trap, her prescence sucks sap |
| Makes conversation a rancid meal |
| It speaks… |
| Rosa has a body function |
| Called speaking and has no compunction |
| In practicing on all and sundry |
| Ha! |
| rosa |
| Has vacancy in all departments |
| And solitude is never harmless |
| And speaking to yourself is better than |
| To no-one! |
