Sandy Sawyer

Strawberries grow for Sandy Sawyer

When other people's plants have none;

His peas are greener and more tender,

And his potatoes, every one,

Have such a smiling sort of look

As if it pleased them all to be

In Sandy's patch of garden ground

Between the pasture and the sea.

Even the trees in his orchard bend

With twists and knots in every limb,

As if they tried with might and main

To make themselves look just like him.