Catie, Catie, oh dear Catie,
How does your garden grow?
With begonias and basil plants
All in a pretty row?
No, no Catie, those are zinnias,
Begonias you have not,
And basil, basil, your sad basil,
Caterpillars eat that lot.
But that diatomaceous earth should help
To vanquish those furry critters
And soon – real soon
What about those pretty pansies?
Whatever do you mean?
Mama told me they’re petunias,
My thumb, it isn’t green.
I’ll add tomatoes to my basil fritters
There’s one plant that is no frills.
And bugs and slugs (no joke – they’re gross)
Will never have their fill.
All there really is to say,
Is thank you to my Mama hen.
She planted these, you see
And has faith that I won’t kill ‘em.