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.