Miss Paula had a garden,
She watered it with the hose,
She went one day to pick some flowers,
And found a Margeaux Rose.
She was fat as a little eggplant,
With silky golden curls,
Her cheek was like a sun-ripe peach,
She was a garden girl!
Miss Paula picked her from the vine,
Put her in a sunny room,
And fed her milk and Miracle-Gro,
Until the baby bloomed.
Paula Lyons, MD
1/9/1994