Garden Days
by Marcus Draik

When grown-ups go where I cannot
Or tarry in the hall
I steal off to my secret spot
Against the Garden wall

The dragonflies upon my frock
And swallowtails in air
They flit among the hollyhock
And light upon my hair

Though how my clothes get sullied brown
Por Nanny cannot place,
I must bedeck my lovely gown
In lavender and lace

And all the violets by the knolls
And lilies in the shade
Are mum about my secret strolls
As princess of the glade