Eleanor Farjeon
Over the garden wall,
Where unseen children play,
Somebody threw a ball
One fine summer day
I caught it as it came
Straight from the hand unknown
Playing a happy game
It would not play alone
A pretty ball with bands
Of gold and stars of blue
I turned it in my hands
And wondered, then I threw
Over the garden wall
Again the treasure round
And somebody caught the ball
With a laughing sound
