human
You vulgar creature! cried the Red,
gpt
I wonder you dare raise your head, Much less go flaunting here and there With such a proud and perky air. I am a rose indeed; but _you_! Who ever heard of roses blue? Your sense of truth, Ma'am, must be small, To call yourself a rose at all.
human
Your humble servant, Ma'am! she said.
gpt
My family, I own, is far From being such as you, Ma'am, are. We blossomed lately in the sky, A fairy plucked us, floating by, And flung us down to earth, that we Might show what roses _ought_ to be. So, while we still adorn the earth, Our hue attests our skyey birth.
human
See, She said,