THE CONCERT IN THE GARDEN

The wheelbarrow wept to the willows And Padie called out for a hymn: He dabbled his boots on the pillows And the minister looked quite grim.

While the Emu turned the pages The Wallaby sang with zest, Of the error in uncle's wages While the chairs all turned to the West.

The Baker paused with a frigid stare And his heels apart, of course; And the shell-back sprang from his sunny lair With his hand upon his horse.

The rooster's grandma nursed the cat, Which uttered nor purr nor sound, While the Platypus followed the Minister's hat Around and round and round.