Source:
Adults
Author:
joan crawford
Title:
The Garden At Number Ten
(pre coalition) Your Honour, Mr PM., sir, I have got a yen To come and be the gardener Down at number ten. I`m good with plants and clingers And flowers, it is said, And though I have green fingers The lot`ll come up red Tomatoes I will grow for you Red-hot pokers,tall, Red cabbage, red, red roses too, All climbing up the wall. Your runner beans should be a show Especially when in bloom, With carrots three feet long or so, That`s if you have the room. Your cyclamen, I`m sure will be The best in Downing Street, Won`t Madame be surprised to see Red bluebells at her feet? And when from number ten you`ve gone When all your lot are through, I`ll come and serve the other one And change it all to blue.
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