MUSTARD AND CRESS

ELIZABETH, my cousin, is the sweetest little girl,

From her eyes like dark blue pansies, to her tiniest
golden curl;

I do not use her great long name, but simply call her
Bess,

And yesterday I planted her in mustard and in cress.

My garden is so narrow that there’s very little room,

But I’d rather have her name than get a hollyhock to
bloom ;

And before she comes to visit us with Charley and with
Jess,

She’ll pop up green and bonny out of mustard and of
cress.