The Garden At Number Ten
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 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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