The Garden

We’ve lain in a bed of roses
Tangled up in garden hoses
You came along to rescue me from the wildlife
You inspire crop rotation
And provide the irrigation
To avert any desiccation by moonlight
How does your garden grow?
Mine’s fine thanks a lot we’re into Indian Summer now
We hatched the most beautiful plot
And I’ll keep on holding your hand with the plough
In the merry month of maying
With birds and squirrels playing
We sowed so many seeds in the sunshine. (so many seeds)
September’s golden hues
Yild to winter’s steely blues
We’ll prserve this harvest through til the springtime
How does your garden grow?
Mine’s fine thanks a lot we’re into Indian Summer now
We hatched the most beautiful plot
And I’ll keep on holding your hand with the plough