In my garden beneath a blossum tree
Played two little bears so full of glee
In turns they swung on an old rope swing
And sung to the music of the blue birds sing
In flew a red Robin to watch them play
They listened to the thrush who sang all day
A butterfly came to play with the flowers
The little bears swung for hours and hours

The beauty of blossum has blown far away
Winds wail to urge pritty flowers to decay
The song of the thrush fades in...