The Gardeners Hymn
All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all
But what they never mention, Though gardeners know It's true, Is when He made the goodies, He made the baddies too
All things spray and swattable, Disasters great and small, All things paraquatable, The Lord God made them all
The greenfly on the roses, The clubroot on the greens, The slugs that eat your lettuce, And chew the aubergine
The drought that kills the fuchsias, The frost that nips the buds, The rain that drowns the seedlings, The blight that hits the spuds
The midges and mosquitoes, The nettles and the weeds, The pigeons in the green stuff, The sparrows on the seeds.
The fly that gets the carrots, The wasp that eats the plums, How black the gardeners outlook, Though green may be his thumbs
But still we gardeners labour, Midst vegetables and flowers, And pray what hits our neighbours, May somehow bypass ours.
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Put a smile on my face on a disasterous morning lol
Came across this poem last week - at a family friends funeral! Was a lovely ceremony.
Brilliant :D :D :D ... just what I'd like at my funeral !!! ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
love it ;D
Lovely. ;D ;D ;D
I always sing 'there is a greenhouse far away', perhaps we could finish it between us. Next line anyone?
with broken panes of glass ;D
and all my seedlings were sacrificed............
when I fell upon I disagree , sorry, maggie, bringing the tone down ;D
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Quote from: Emagggie on April 18, 2008, 23:11:12
and all my seedlings were sacrificed............
Perhaps, so as not to cause offence.
'Seedlings failed to materialise'
There is a greenhouse far away,
Without a pane of glass,
Where my dear seeds were sacrificed
To Winter's baneful blast.
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marg
Quote from: Robert_Brenchley on April 20, 2008, 16:07:16
There is a greenhouse far away,
Without a pane of glass,
Where my dear seeds were sacrificed
To Winter's baneful blast.
;D ;D ;D I am never going to be able to sing the correct words now Robert.
Are they worth singing? I remember getting really puzzled as a kid. 'There is a green hill far away/Without a city wall'. What would a hill want a city wall for anyway? There's a lot of modernisation and adaptation of hymns goes on when they bring out a new hymnbook; I with someone would update the language in that one!
But singing our own words in assembly was marginally more entertaining than hiding in the toilets, ;D
Imortal, invisible God only wise,
He sat in a bath tub right up to His eyes etc.
I used to turn up ten minutes late every day so as to avoid chapel. My housemaster never bothered turning up for registration, so nobody cared.
Your school sounds similar to the one I attended Robert. No-one missed us when we went to the coffee bar, they were probably glad to see the back of us ;D The only decent teacher taught R.E. and she must have been 100 at least. ::)