I could have stolen a begonia today,
‘Twas right before my eyes
Sitting unwatched on the back of a truck
It would have been quite a nice prize.
Gardeners planting dozens of others,
Working in far yonder bed,
Planting the tender young blossoming things
With flowers so pretty, so red.
Trays of begonias placed in the truck
Sitting right out in the open.
Getting a fresh little thingy to plant
Perhaps is what I was hopin’.
You worry about a so-and-so stealing
a wallet, a satchel, or purse.
But who thinks a plant just might walk away
With a gardener? Oh what could be worse!
When push came to shove, I walked right on by
My morals: not budged by an inch.
Of the many techniques for tending your plants,
There’s a right and a wrong way to pinch.
