All rosy pink or violet or blue

Or yellow gold, with sunflecks on the dew.

Now in their place a Summer garden towers

Of green-leaved artichokes and turnip tops,

Of peas and parsnips, sundry useful crops.

—But even vegetables must have little flowers.

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[Pg 18]

Over the Top!

Ten more minutes! Say yer prayers,

Read yer Bibles,—pass the rum!

Ten more minutes! Strike me dumb,

'Ow they creeps on unawares

Those blooming minutes. Nine. It's queer,

I'm sorter stunned. It ain't with fear!

Eight. It's like as if a frog

Waddled round in your inside

Cold as ice-blocks, straddled wide,

Tired o' waiting.—Where's the grog?

Seven. I'll play you pitch and toss.

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