TRIBUTE 



I can afford some modesty 



With Patsy by my side; 

 He'll never let my garden droop 



For lack of proper pride. 



He makes inspection of the sprays 



While I toil at the roots. 

 Say I, "They're doing fairly well." 



Says he, "Now ain't they beauts." 



The salmon phlox and larkspur blue 



Cause us astonishment. 

 Say I, "They're making a fine show." 



Says he, "They'll raise the rent." 



When mullein throws out blood red stars 



From leaves all silver vhite. 

 Say I, "I like a silky pink." 



Says he, "My fav-o-rite." 



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