My Grandad has the most beautiful garden on his street
I go round to play and dance on the grass in my bare feet.
Grandad spends hours pruning the hedge
and I sit and watch from the window ledge
He has lupines and peonies, daffodils in spring
I have my own little red can for doing the watering
But he won't let me borrow any flowers for my crown
when I tried to pick his Aquilegia, he turned around with a frown
FLOWERS AREN'T FOR PICKING - YOU MUST LOOK BUT NOT TOUCH
but that didn't stop me, I loved the flowers way too much
I'd just wait until he left to take the washing back inside
to quickly grab my flowers and find somewhere to hide
Grandad always knew when even a petal was misplaced
and with a bright red, furious grandad I would be faced.
One day I found a really pretty flower
but as I reached to grab it my Grandad turned sour
Step back, don't touch it! Go away now, shoo!
I wouldn't do that if I were you...
That plant's called a Snapdragon and it's fierce as a beast
you watch your fingers or it'll be having a feast.
It might look nice but that's only a disguise
for a blood-thirsty dragon with a sweet tooth for flies
The Snapdragon lives inside of the plant
he waits patiently for an insect like an ant
to walk along and cross the snapdragon's path
then the dragon BITES and the insect feels its wrath
Keep your fingers away, don't fall into the trap
or the dragon will eat you up with a SNAP!
So now I know not to pick the flowers, just appreciate them with my eyes
because you never know where a snapdragon might lurk and be your demise.