Oh, little man what sadness brings thee? 

She left me barren with nothing to sow. 

I'm left with no seed and all cannot grow. 

Her anger smitted what I had most delighted. 

My tears, oh my tears, It could not be fighted. 

Oh, little man what sadness brings thee?

She called me ugly and looked away. 

It frightened her when I asked her to stay. 

We both became tense.

She knew my garden was around the fence. 

Oh, little man what sadness brings thee? 

She ripped off the heads of each rose. 

Her little smile made sure nothing would grow. 

Her beautiful dead body now rests in peace.  

She can now truly call me, the beast.