In my little garden bed
Rak’d so nicely over,
First the tiny seeds I sow,
Then with soft earth cover.
Shining down, the great round sun
Smiles upon it often;
Little raindrops, patt’ring down,
Help the seeds to soften.
Then the little plant awakes!
Down the roots go creeping.
Up it lifts its little head
Thro’ the brown mould peeping.
High and higher still it grows
Thro’ the summer hours,
Till some happy day the buds
Open into flowers.
