The gardener

The Gardener.

It was flowers he wanted to grow,
All planted in a beautiful row!

He had to make sure the furrow
Was neat, straight and narrow.

He planned the seeds to throw,
On his lucky day the morrow.

He badly needed a harrow,
From a friend he can borrow.

The seeds were food for sparrow,
With this thought he felt sorrow;

Surely he can’t shoot a sparrow,
With a long thin pointed arrow!

He conceived a trick to overthrow,
“I will foil the scheme of the sparrow!

And bury the seeds as if in a marrow,
And watch the fun unfold tomorrow!”