The Art of
Cicely Mary Barker
Nasturtium
the jolly, O ho, O ho! He holds up his brolly Just so, just so! (A shelter from showers, A shade from the sun;) 'Mid flame-coloured flowers He grins at the fun. Up fences he scrambles, Sing hey, sing hey! All summer he rambles So gay, so gay - Till the night-frost strikes chilly, And Autumn leaves fall, And he's gone, willy-nilly, Umbrella and all. |