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All through the garden I went and went, / And I walked in under the butterbean tent.
The poles leaned up like a good tepee / And made a nice little house for me.
I had a hard brown clod for a seat, / And all outside was a cool green street.
A little green worm and a butterfly / And a cricket-like thing that could hop went by.
Hidden away there were flocks and flocks / Of bugs that could go like little clocks.
Such a good day it was when I spent / A long, long while in the butterbean tent.