In the Garden

What’s that in the sky
flying like an arrow?

It’s a sparrow.

What’s that moving in the earth,
with a wiggle and a squirm?

It’s a worm.

What’s that humming blob
fizzing past close by?

It’s a fly.

What’s that pink flower
scented, near my nose?

It’s a rose.

What’s that stripy whizzer
buzzing next to me?

It’s a bee.

What’s that purry,
padding, soft and secret thing?

A cat about to spring!

What’s that creeper
with a shell and silvery trail?

An oh so slow and very sleepy snail.

What’s that spray of diamonds,
a flashy splashy tinkler?

It’s a water sprinkler?

What’s that smell
and a loud voice bawling?

It’s sausage and chips
and my daddy calling.

Out of the garden, with so much to see
and into the house,
for a drink and my tea.