Over the Garden Wall


"Whose is this garden, my pretty maid?"
"I am the owner, sir," she said.
"What grows in your garden, my pretty maid?"
"Flowers of gall sorts, sir," she said.

"Are they all beautiful, my pretty maid?"
"Each has its merits, sir," she said.
"I think you excel them, my pretty maid."
"Oh you are flattering, sir!" she said.