elizabeth madox roberts
All through the garden I went and went
And I walked in under the butterbean tent
The poles leaned up like a good tepee
And made a nice little house for me
I had a hard brown cold for a seat,
And all outside was a cool green street
A little green worm and a butterfly
and a cricket-like thing that could hop went by
Hidden away there were flocks and flocks
of bugs that could go like little clocks
Such a good day it was when I spent
A long, long while in the butterbean tent.
