Page 1

Front Cover


End Page


Title Page


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.


End Page


Back Cover

SnapDragon Story  
SnapDragon Story  
Advertisement