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Harry had a garden glitch.
His seedlings grew too slow.
And every cent that Harry spent
Could not make blossoms grow.
He bought a fern and tried to learn
How best to raise a plant.
But everywhere that he prepared
His bushes said, “We can’t.”
He tried to soothe his tiny sprouts.
He gently pruned and tended.
And he conveyed that with his aid
They’d prosper and be splendid.
“What makes him think that we can hear?
We’re lost,” the flowers sighed.
“Why, Harry speaks your language, friends,”
The garden lawn replied.
When springtime came, the garden bloomed.
Our Harry had the powers.
For with his hands, he knew commands
That helped him talk to flowers.