Mysteries in My Garden

Mysteries in My Garden

There are mysteries in my garden, Some I'd like to share; Of fairies in white dresses, With flowers in their hair.
They have landed on my Hostas , And are dancing there with glee; Totally enjoying their life, Unconcerned with me.
A humming bird stopped by, To investigate the scene; But they just ignored him, I'm sure he thought them mean.
There was a saint in the lilies, Not looking very kind; So I looked around the garden, What else might I find?
The elf guarding the drinking rock, Appeared harmless to me; So I decided to keep on looking. What was behind that tree?
Then I found a memory, Hidden behind some bushes there; Of five little granbabies, I use to try and scare.
On our pile of big boulders, They all loved to climb; So I told them there was an old elf, Who thought it was a crime.
He said " no climbing on my boulders", Your Grammas words are true; These are all my rocks, Cause I am Mr McGough.
Well the little suckers never listened, But climbed up there anyway; So Mr McGough is still hiding there, To this very day.