My Baby Has A Garden, "Planted" Four Days Ago, And Nearly Half His Waking Hours He Spends Among His Precious Flowers With Sprinkling Can And Hoe. My Baby Has A Garden, And Oh, How Proud He Is When, Yielding To His Pleading, We Lay Work Aside And Go To See This Masterpiece Of His! Behold My Baby'S Garden, Close By A Rubbish Pile! Look At The Sprinkling Can And Hoe And Flowers; Then Tell Me If You Know Whether To Sigh Or Smile. The Flowers In Baby'S Garden, Flat On The Ground They Lie, Two Hyacinths, A Withered Pair, Plucked From The Pile Of Rubbish, Where They Had Been Left To Die. The Flowers In Baby'S Garden, "Planted" Four Days Ago, Grow Every Hour A Sadder Sight, Weaker And Sicklier, In Spite Of Sprinkling Can And Hoe.