There’s a ragged old man in the garden to-day,
And Gardener, laughing, says there he can stay;
His coat is in tatters, he wears an old hat,
And the birds do not like him, I’m quite sure of that.
They chatter, chit-chatter up there in the tree,
And aren’t half as friendly as they used to be;
But Gardener says: “That’s a good job, indeed!
If it weren’t for that old man, they’d have all my seed!”
