A stem with a reddish bud on, br A crown among the fairest in the sun; br It's the rose you all can see, br That opens its flower beneath a tree. br It's for you to adore and cheer, br If you do care for it being here; br It opens its crown to a bumble bee, br It grows its fairest for you and me. br br Then there is the lily white as snow, br Or yellow or pink petals to show; br Can you not say it's fairest too? br Its April flowers grow just for you. br It shows you the newborn in lives, br When its blooms first in spring arrives; br With fragrance that freshens the air, br I love to have both these flowers here. br br (To, Robert Burns - 1759-1796)br br Peter S.