A garden is not a garden unless it has got a fence,
Where you can do your garden and talk some commonsense. I said this to Henrietta just the other day,
While we were having tea.
Of course she said I entirely agree.
A garden is a private thing for you to share with
those you trust, not for all and sundry to look at
when they're going to catch a bus.
I said, no a gardens not a garden unless it's got a fence
People walking by talking a load of gibbering nonsense.
Henrietta said, yes I entirely agree,
Why should people look in on all your lovely scenery.
Yes all the lovely colours and beauty to behold.
Henry said, do you know Henrietta, I think I am
getting a cold.
A garden's no good without a fence
It let's all the wind come sailing in,
It knocks all your prize flower's down,
Do you know Henrietta, a person just can't win.
Another cup of tea? said Henrietta.
If I may said Henry, I'll have a biscuit too,
Then perhaps I'll fix the fence.
Henrietta said I entirely agree with you,
A garden's not a garden if it hasn't got a fence.
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