I am often caught climbing the tree
I am often caught climbing the tree But I’m down again when mother counts to three. Oh why couldn’t she be more like Father Who always…
When I die put me in a casket
When I die put me in a casket On it put flowers in a basket; Why? Because I ask it! Erica Schwarz Vos/South Africa
If flowers and trees make me sneeze
If flowers and trees make me sneeze Why don’t the bees sneeze too? C.A.T./ England
Flowers and plants abound
Flowers and plants abound A riot of colour in a fusion Yet weeds encroach on the ground Leaving my garden without a fuschia. Ian Taylor, England
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