In my garden I’ve a friend
It’s a magic flower
He wasn’t like this yesterday
He’s grown with every hour.
His round, brown face was very small
He had short, golden hair
One day I could plainly see him
The next, he’d shot up there!
“Please wait for me to catch you up
I’m only three feet high
If you go on and grow and grow
You will touch the sky.
I won’t be able to play with you
Until I’m ten feet tall
Or will you come back here to play with me
Down here? Stay here. Stay small.”