When I was just a figurine I’d dream I’d be the Garden Queen Hummingbirds would grace my scepter sipping honeysuckle nectar Baby’s Breath would be the crown butterflies would dance around. Little birds would chirp and tweet as they flutter at my feet Lilies all would stand and bow, to me their loyalty they’d vow. Pansies curtsey, daisies gaze, Rose of Sharon tribute pays Vincas make a royal plea and usher in the bumblebees. Ladybugs in their elation show up for the coronation Foxglove with their trumpets toot and all the bottlebrush salute. A carpet lush of emerald green creeps round my toes and in between Roses make a fragrant gesture dropping petals on my vesture. Coleus with its velvet leaves makes me epaulets for my sleeves Alstroemeria give their blessing ending all the garden’s guessing Then Miron comes and calls my name and Garden Queen I am proclaimed!