Master Jerry’s Garden

Master Jerry, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With sadness and tears and diamond rings,
That’s how my garden grows.

Master Jerry, quite contrary,
When will your garden bloom?
When she will accept me and say that she loves me,
And when I’ll become her groom.

But she doesn’t want me.
Entranced by own beauty,
She spends her days by the lake.

Her hair brown as a turn soil,
Her eyes blue as heavens,
But her soul is the one a snake.

She says she will love me
When I’ll bring her a fern flower,
And an acorn from an old dead oak.

And so, I must wander
To beyond and yonder
To search for love and hope.