The garden

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I am proud of my flowers
I sit and admire them all day;
They say my dahlias and my roses,
That bloom only for a few days,
And the carnations and the lilies,
Are the best in the city.
 
I sit on the veranda all day
And guard my flowers well;
I keep an eye on the gate,
And when I am not around,
I lock the gate and set traps
For the urchins.
 
I sit on the veranda and worry
What will happen to the flowers
When I am old and sick?
Who will care for them, and arrange them
In just the right rows? Who will
Keep the urchins out?
 
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