THE POTTING SHED.

At the bottom of our garden is the potting shed,
If Dad wanted peace, that's where he would head.
He would be there hours with his plants and pots
Planning what he would put in the garden plots.
In the shed you could find almost anything,
From a rickety ladder to a ball of string.
If we went into the shed we would take care
Because Dad would be mad if he found us there.