The Alluring Seed Store

The seed stores have a fine display,

     And “Boggs, the blithe Suburbanite”,

Looks in the window longingly,

     When on his way home every night.

He scans the pictures o’er and o’er,

     Of turnips big and beets so red;

Sweet corn with ears above his reach,

     And cabbage four feet round the head.

Great heads of lettuce greet his eyes,

     And radish beds spread out galore;

And Boggs sighs softly as he thinks

     Of what he raised the year before.

His corn grew only to his knees,

     Tomatoes three and cabbage nay;

And as for all the other stuff,

     It simply went the other way.

April 26, 1904