When I was a lad, a large garden we did have.
Grew most of what we in the winter ate.
Tomatoes to eat, tomatoes to can,
Tomatoes to throw at my sister Anne.
But one thing as a young lad I knew,
When the sunflowers got big
It was watermelon time,
Time to momma and poppa’s work enjoy.
As the sun slowly southward moved,
The garden became ripe with all kinds of food,
Punkins and watermelons, tomatoes oh so plentiful,
And green beans which I helped to pick.
Cabbages larger than my head,
Turnips so sweet to raw eat.
Popcorn always a few ears,
A full and happy family we were.
Momma canned and dried stuff too,
Gave lots to neighbors and friends.
Back then everyone was neighborly,
Back when I was a child.