Full large to entertain a mouse;
But if it's enter'd by a rat,
There is no room to bring a cat.
Round your garden is a walk
No longer than a tailor's chalk;
One salad makes a shift to squeeze
Up through a tuft you call your trees,
And, once a year, a single rose
Peeps from the bud, but never blows.
In vain then you'll expect its bloom,