“The Stolen Rose” by Jimmy Jazz

I stole a rose
From my neighbors yard.
I clipped it in the dead of night.
Now its magnificence makes my kitchen bright.
I wonder as I gaze at it-
Was it wrong to pluck this rose
From the rose-tree stem?
She'll never know.
At least not that it was me,
Who surreptitiously
Clipped her rose
And brought it home.
O! The thievery in the night.
All to make my kitchen bright.