King Rose held a lively court. All went well until he was besmitten by a young growth known as Mistress Daisy. To the horror of all, he made her his queen even though she was a complete cultural barbarian. He wined her and dined her, took her to the theater, ballet, balls, poetry readings, political debates and all sorts of other enlightening events. Nothing seemed to get through.
Finally, with great regret, he had some rotenone slipped to her. He later remarked: "You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think."