At the bottom of my garden There's a hedgehog and a frog And a lot of creepy-crawlies Living underneath a log, There's a baby daddy long legs And an easy-going snail And a family of woodlice, All are on my nature trail.
There are caterpillars waiting For their time to come to fly, There are worms turning the earth over As ladybirds fly by, Birds will visit, cats will visit But they always chose their time And I've even seen a fox visit This wild garden of mine.
Squirrels come to nick my nuts And busy bees come buzzing And when the night time comes Sometimes some dragonflies come humming, My garden mice are very shy And I've seen bats that growl And in my garden I have seen A very wise old owl.
My garden is a lively place There's always something happening, There's this constant search for food And then there's all that flowering, When you have a garden You will never be alone And I believe we all deserve A garden of our own.
"As overwhelming as your garden might seem, it boils down to three questions: What do you have to work with, what are you hoping to accomplish, and how do you make it happen?"
