In my garden birch and ivy,
Grass too long and getting lively.
Berries black and ripening nicely
Snails sedately nod politely
Pesky ragwort green and hoary
Autumn turning gold in glory
Magpies swooping nice and neat
Squirrels finding bits to eat
Foxes slinking in defeat
Frogs avoiding careless feet
Mousies cuddle deep unseen
Cats patroling slow and keen
Hedgehogs curl without a care
Washing hung with room to spare
And past the privet over there
Red across the skyline traipsies
Over woods far as the eye sees
There sleeps the Giant of the Campsies
October sun is setting fast
And I go off to dine at last