... THE GARDEN ... Ol man Simon, planted a diamond, Grew hisself a garden the likes of none. Sprouts all growin, comin up glowin, Fruit of jewels all shinin in the sun. Colors of the rainbow, See the sun and rain grow Sapphires and rubies on ivory vines, Grapes of jade, just Ripenin in the shade, just Ready for the squeezing, into green jade wine. Pure gold corn there, Blowin in the warm air, Ol crow nibblin on the amnythyst seeds. In between the diamonds, ol man Simon Crawls about pullin out platinum weeds. Pink pearl berries, All you can carry, Put em in a bushel and Haul em into town. Up in the tree theres Opal nuts and gold pears--- Hurry quick, grab a stick And shake some down. Take a silver tater, Emerald tomater, Fresh plump coral melons Hangin in reach. Ol man Simon, Diggin in his diamonds, Stops and rests and dreams about One...real...peach...
Posted on: Fri, 21 Mar 2014 13:18:09 +0000
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