“On every head of lettuce green—
What do you think of that?—
And every head of cabbage, too,
He tied a garden hat.
“Old Quin Queeribus—
He loved his garden so,
He couldn’t eat his growing things,
He only let them grow!”
AUGUST
VIII
AUGUST
“On every head of lettuce green—
What do you think of that?—
And every head of cabbage, too,
He tied a garden hat.
“Old Quin Queeribus—
He loved his garden so,
He couldn’t eat his growing things,
He only let them grow!”