The Butterbean Tent

All through the garden I went and went, And I walked in under the butterbean tent.

The poles leaned up like a good tepee And made a nice little house for me.

I had a hard brown clod for a seat, And all outside was a cool green street.

A little green worm and a butterfly And a cricket-like thing that could hop went by.

Hidden away there were flocks and flocks Of bugs that could go like little clocks.

Such a good day it was when I spent A long, long while in the butterbean tent.