That is a very true old-time saying.
Colyer, one of my boys, will slice off a big bunch of roses with his splintery sword that he promised not to use on my rose bushes.
Boys will be boys.
Said boy, will then on a whim put that bunch of roses through a hole in the fence for me to see when I turn the corner causing me to smile uncontrollably.
Killed roses forgotten.
Boys will be boys and mine are kinda terrific, splintery swords and all.