“Io the Puzzled Gardener” 
In the Spring, I confess my fancy, 
With the dirt begins to flirt-— 
Seeds and feeds and rakes and trowels, 
And now and then you'll hear me how], 
My lilies are pretty, my roses are fair, 
Yet my garden seems so bare. 
If I could only plant something— 
Aye something— 
Something rare, something fair— 
Something to give my grounds an Air, 
And show, that herein dwells a man 
Who can raise a plant with beauty 
’sides a measly crop of scraggly weeds; 
Tho really my garden’s been nursery 
To packets and packets of sickly seeds. 
I wish I had, Ah, I got it, I got it, 
I got my wish for I even wished it, 
Something where someone’s done the dirty work, 
And ’tis I will gather the fruit— 
Fruit did I say, and fruit do I mean, 
Fruit that is bigger than any you've seen, 
Beautiful color, luscious in taste, 
Like that which is served in a King’s Palais, 
Apples, Peaches, Pears and Plums, 
Out of my garden they will come, 
Oh, I am not dreaming, I am not dumb, 
Leuthardt’s catalog came today 
And my order is on its way. 
Leuthardt’s trees fit everywhere, 
Between my windows, beside my door, 
They’ll border my walk, and grace my wall; 
And if I must plant my stringy string bean, 
(I don’t know why I plant it every year) 
I will hide it behind an Espalier screen. 
Leuthardt’s Espaliers will stay small, 
And what is more they’ ll bear every year 
Delicious Crops of your favorite fruits; 
They’ ll pay for themselves and soon you will find 
They’ve cost you nothing, nothing at all. 
Stop pulling your weeds, stop burying your seeds, 
If a space is bare, put an Espalier there, 
‘cause Leuthardt’s Espaliers are easy plantin’. 
That’s why I’m planting some this year 
And I shall plant more every year, 
Till in my garden there’s an orchard— 
With “easy pickin’s” every autumn. 
Submitted by, 
M. C. (A Customer) 
