I’ve
got a new seed catalogue,
All full of pictures bright;
No
flowerbed or garden patch
Was ever such a sight.
They
make me want to seize my spade,
And dig from morn till night;
I
like my new seed catalogue,
‘Tis such a wondrous sight.
The
roses are as big as plates,
The onions are the same;
To
lug a watermelon round
Would make a fellow lame.
The
beans are 14 inches long,
Cucumbers 23;
O,
what a mess of giant stuff
Within this book I see!
I’ll
plant a bed of everything,
And then I’ll watch them grow;
I’ll
get a magnifying glass
And study every row.
And
if I get a summer squash
As big as half a crown,
I’ll
be the wonder of the year
In this suburban town.
March
26, ‘10
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