See my little garden,
How I rake it over,
Then I sow the little brown seeds,
And with soft earth cover.
Now the raindrops patter
On the earth so gayly;
See the big round sun smile
On my garden daily.
The little plant is waking;
Down the roots grow creeping;
Up now come the leaflets
Through the brown earth peeping.
Soon the buds will laugh up
Toward the springtime showers;
Soon my buds will open
Into happy flowers.