Johnny had a garden plot,
And set it all in order,
But let it run to grass and weeds,
Which covered bed and border.
Two stalking sun-flowers reared their heads,
So firmly were they rooted,
And Johnny, as he looked at them,
Was any thing but suited.
Two children small, looked up and said,
Oh, Mister, beg your pardon!
Or, if you will not answer that,
Say, sonny, where's your garden?
"What d'ye call those two large flowers?
An' what'll ye take, an' sell em?
You'd better put a ladder up,
So folks our size can smell 'em.
"We heard old Mrs. Grubber say,
'That spot ye needn't covet;
He'd better turn it into hay,
Or make a grass-plot of it.'"
But Johnny never answered back,
But went and dug it over,
And soon again, his sprouting seeds,
He plainly could discover.
He said, "I'll have a garden yet.
And make a little money;
I never liked those Podger twins,--
They try to be so funny."