Come see my precious garden grow,
There Foxglove, Ergot and Savin blow
And Hemlock and the Sea-Squill white –
Do bloom and grow for my delight.
See Monks-Hood, Wolf-Bane and Gratiole
For the do fill each gap and hole,
And one can not but chance to hap’ –
Upon that Deadly Nightshade sap!
There’s tubs of Henbane; Figwort too
And see the Buckthorn buds; O do!
There’s Paris-Herb, Asarabacca bright
O taste them all…..And say Goodnight!
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