Popular Gardens : Brenda Liguatte

A gardener calls to prune and mow,
And in the spring begins to sow
Seeds of annuals bright and showy,
Poppies, purple, red and yellow,
Just the thing to tempt a fellow.
But maybe it's the tits on show,
Our feathered friends goin' to and fro,
That really make the place of note.
They dance and flutter in the garden,
Nibbling nuts, they are quite ardent.
A fruit tree blossoms in mid May,
The tits engage in avian play,
Flitting to a mossy branch,
They sit and preen their summer blue
Finding something new to do.
And when the icy winter comes,
And freezing are their tiny bums,
They'll hide away in conifers.
So cosy are they in their nests,
It's time to sleep, time to rest.