Explore "My Baby's Garden" by Ring Lardner on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
My baby has a garden, / "Planted" four days ago, / And nearly half his waking hours / He spends among his precious flowers / With sprinkling can and hoe.
My baby has a garden, / And Oh, how proud he is / When, yielding to his pleading, we / Lay work aside and go to see / This masterpiece of his!
Behold my baby's garden, / Close by a rubbish pile!
Look at the sprinkling can and hoe / And flowers; then tell me if you know / Whether to sigh or smile.
The flowers in baby's garden, / Flat on the ground they lie, / Two hyacinths, a withered pair, / Plucked from the pile of rubbish, where / They had been left to die.
The flowers in baby's garden, / "Planted" four days ago, / Grow every hour a sadder sight, / Weaker and sicklier, in spite / Of sprinkling can and hoe.