Of a valiant Garlic
A tale I now recite
Of bravery and sacrifice
Of knowing wrong from right

The roses stood alone
Unprotected from the bugs
Who came and munched and gnawed on them
The creepy little thugs

They cried "Oh please protect us"
But their anguish was for naught
For the flowers and the shrubs nearby
Were more concerned with rot

Then came the valiant Garlic bulb
The stinker and the rose
That grew around the roses
And the pests, in terror, froze

"You stay away", the Garlic said
"The rose she is my friend
I'll nourish and protect her
Until the bitter end"

They have a saying, in garden speak
That everybody knows
"Roses love the garlic,
And the Garlic loves the Rose"