Down by the Garden Wall.

Down by the garden wall, There grew a flower, And it grew so tall That the sun, he kissed it, The breeze tried to twist it, The birds would insist it Was no flower at all. Down by the garden wall, The bees and birds flew, And butterflies, all Seeing the flower too, One said ’twas a pitty, Another ’twas pretty, The birds said “Twit-twit tee, ’Twill most surely fall.” Down by the garden wall, Some one came running, Not near so tall As the flow’r a sunning Itself in the sun, But no bud begun Was so sweet a one As this one so small. Who, by the garden wall, Reached up to the flower On tiptoe; so small That o’er her would tower The blossom, so pink. Said some one, “I think You must need a drink, Sweet flower.” They call You a weed by the wall, But better I know you, You’re no weed at all. To mamma I will show you, She’ll put you a vase in, Or fine China basin, Some lovely cool place in. Then come, flower tall.