We’ve lain in a bed of roses
Tangled up in garden hoses
You came along to rescue me from the wildlife.
You inspire crop rotation.
And provide the irrigation
To avert any desiccation by moonlight.
How does your garden grow?
Mine’s fine thanks a lot we’re into Indian Summer now.
We hatched the most beautiful plot
And I’ll keep on holding your hand with the plough.
In the merry month of maying
With birds and squirrels playing
We sowed so many seeds in the sunshine. (so many seeds)
September’s golden hues
Yield to winter’s steely blues.
We’ll preserve this harvest through til the springtime.
How does your garden grow?
Mine’s fine thanks a lot we’re into Indian Summer now.
We hatched the most beautiful plot
And I’ll keep on holding your hand with the plough.