every.rose.has.its.thorn

We were just outside admiring our mini rose bush.

Claire says, "What are these pokey things?"

I said, "Well, you know, every rose has its thorn. Every night has its dawn. And every cowboy sings a sad, sad song. Every rose has its thorn."

She asks (very intriguingly), "Every cowboy sings a sad song?"

Supposedly.