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Show THE LITTLE GARDENER. "I'm tlrert to death,' rrled Johnny, Whon lit ma calluil hint tu ton; "I've liocd and this and plantod 'Till I enn hunlly seo. "I've mndo a lino bis garden And planted things Just ho, And now I'll rrBt n llttlo 'Till tho Heortn begin to grow. "And when thn crisp white onions And beets and lettuco, too, Ami peiiH nnd benns nnd currota lluvo all coiuo nicely through, "I'll keep the weeds from growliiK 'Round them, ho :rwd to cut. And when my ki -ju'b ready Wo'll huvc n sreat Ultf treut." |