Synopsis

In little Annie's garden Grew all sorts of posies; There were pinks, and mignonette, And tulips, and roses. Sweet peas, and morning glories, A bed of violets blue, And marigolds, and asters, In Annie's garden grew. There the bees went for honey, And the humming-birds too; And there the pretty butterflies And the lady-birds flew. And there among her flowers, Every bright and pleasant day, In her own pretty garden Little Annie went to play. THE NEW MOON