256 A BOOK ABOUT THE GARDEN. 



They've broke iny Cissus all to bits, as though I had a pair ; 

 And they've brushed in all directions my pretty Maiden's Hair. 



I'm a poor, used-up exhibitor, 



Knocked out of present time. 



Look at Erica depressa depressa, yes, indeed, 



As though an alderman sat there, after a heavy feed ; 



And as for poor Propendens 'tis enough to make one say 



Bad words " upon this blasted heath," like Macbeth in the play. 



I'm a poor, used-up exhibitor, 



Knocked out of present time. 



There's my Lilium auratum, shrivelled up, and torn, and 



tanned, 

 They may well call it " Japonicum," for it looks as though 



japanned ; 

 And they've stole my pet new Tricolor, with gold and crimson 



ribbed ; 



I meant it for a " bedder," but I didn't want it cribbed. 

 I'm a poor, used-up exhibitor, 

 Knocked out of present tune. 



Here comes my wife 1 Now, on my life, of Hebes she be queen ; 

 My big prize cup she's filling up with " Bass" of golden sheen 

 Delicious ! I'm myself once more ; and all I want to know, 

 Is where and when we show again ? hurrah for that next 

 show! 



I'm a fine, revived exhibitor, 



Quite up to present times. 



