We made our little garden-plots before the spring was passed,
And Jimmy, he raised radishes, because they grow so fast;
And Alice planted flower-seeds, to beautify the ground,
But I chose cabbages—they grow so grand and great and round.
And Jimmy’s garden flourished—he had a splendid crop,
All round and red below the ground, and broad and green on top.
One day he pulled and ate them all—with salt they’re very good—
Then Jimmy gave up gardening—but that is understood.
And Alice’s sweet peas and things were beautifully fair,
But Tim, the gardener, smiled one day, to see them growing there,