As the Garden Grows

(Note: The highlighted words are all things  found growing in a garden)

When Sweet William, Wild Sweet William
with his Giant Elephant Ears                                Ran off with Showy Lily
Bearded Iris cried Angel Tears.

And she thought that she would Crocus
now that her Darling Flame was gone.    til one night there came a callin’
that Little Flirt, Sweet John.

He played a song on David’s Harp
beneath the Silver Moon.                                  But it really did sound Yucca
as he couldn’t carry a tune!

But with the Periwinkle in his eyes
He sure looked mighty fine.
As she gazed into his Angelica face
She lost all track of Thyme.

He said she was his Dream Girl
And promised his Lads Love,
As Honey Suckled her Tulips
Skyrockets flared above!
Now that old Witch Hazel
And her friend that old Nutmeg,
Saw everything that happened
And set their tongues to wag.

They called that little trollop,
The town calls Rambling Rose
And when she heard the gossip
Her ornery heart just froze!

She thought someday she’d Nettle down
And marry dear Sweet John
It seemed though that she fooled around
And waited just too long.

So Rose called up Sweet William
To figure out a scheme
And when he heard the news
Sweet William turned an Evergreen!

As quick as you could whistle
He hurried back to town
And left his Showy Lily
A wiltin’ on the ground!

But as he turned on Main Street
He could hear the church bells ring
And that’s when things got Carawayed
Or so it all would seem.

Our show today is over
We must bring it to a close
But please tune in to Yarrow
For “As The Garden Grows”

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