God love a garden

Crocus, tulip, daffodil,

Adorn our patch of heaven,

Awakened from Hybernia,

Warm sunlight is the leaven;

Perhaps this year, we'll harvest fruit

From pruned blueberry shrubs;

Granola garnish, pie to bake,

Or simply healthful grubs;

No doubt framboise will thrive again

Renewing its attack,

Across the yard without regard

For any ordered tract;

And soon we'll plant our peppers;

Our lettuce, we'll lay down;

Oh, bless'd are we forever

On this kindly silt-rich ground!