There is no if or maybe,
About whether I sit for hours,
I’m called the garden baby,
Because I love smelling flowers.
I dig my feet deep in the earth,
Have soil between my toes,
To get my serious penny’s worth,
Of the perfume of a rose.
Oh, I’m the garden baby,
Of that there is no doubt,
No ifs, no buts no maybe,
A horticulturalist inside out!