I am going to plant the seed, then I’m going to give it a feed
A cheeky robin grabs a worm, just when the soil is turned
Foxes cubs play round their lair, as I pluck a juicy pear
I pick a lettuce that once was a bud, I’ll have it later with some of my spuds
Mummy gives the flowers a water, with the can that her daughter bought her
Then she puts it in the shed, once all the plants are fed,
Eric is fighting with his prize marrow, he is struggling to get it in the wheelbarrow
Muddy boots all covered in soil, we’ll have tea when the kettle boils.
What inspired me
Mummy has an allotment. We go down every week in the summer. She plants vegetables like purple sprouting broccoli, potatoes, carrots, onions, beans and beetroot. She also has an apple and a pear tree and grows strawberries, raspberries and blackberries. I help Mummy by watering the plants and picking them when they are ripe. Eric is one of Mum’s friends at the allotment and is almost always there, but he doesn’t really have a prize marrow. I just wrote that because it rhymed.