The garden’s a mystical, magical place,
You can make believe there for hours.
Just look at what grows, right under your nose.
It’s a fun way to learn about flowers.

Witch hazel rides on her bright yellow broom,
Gazing down, a jungle she sees.
There are fierce tigerlilies and brave dandelions,
Snapdragons, foxgloves, monkey trees.

And more beasts she spies – not so wild, rather tame;
Goatsbeard, horse chestnuts, lambs’ ears.
Catmints and dogwoods are scratching like mad –
Fleabanes must be bad this year.

You can climb Jacob’s ladder and fly a sweet rocket
To the moonflower, past blazing stars.
Or watch beebalms make honey on a butterfly bush
And catch spiderflowers in jars.

Spearmints, sword plants and sharp dagger ferns,
How many garden weapons are there?
And are they fierce enough to pierce the armor tough
Of the delphinium King Arthur?

The burning bush burns and the smoke tree smokes
(And where there’s smoke there must be fireweed).
Thank goodness the waterlily’s finally arrived
And douses the flames with great speed.

Make friends with the flowers: with wee creeping Jenny,
Johnny-jump-up, sweet William so jolly,
With rosemary, veronica, Jack-in-the-pulpit,
Herb Robert, Joe Pye weed and holly.

Under pink ladyslippers and moccasin flowers,
Is it right, do you know, to wear socks?
And do cardinal flowers, wake robins and cranesbills
Fly singly, in pairs, or in phlox?

The garden, by and large, is a safe enough place,
And a walk round should be rather easy.
But grow buttercups, butternuts, or butter-and-eggs,
And the whole thing might be rather greasy.

Three cheers for the garden!! Wave high the flag,
Blow the bugleweed and trumpet vine!
For a garden’s a place where the whole human race
Should really get on bloomin’ fine!