On… Monday- I shall steal a plant, God forbid it if I can’t It brings such good luck That I can’t deny For A stolen plant can never die. Tuesday- I shall get reall cross, Hotter than a steaming broth I’ll sow the seeds for gleaming peppers Who’ll turn out even spicier than ever Fuelled by an anger no one can better. Wednesday- I shall observe my foxgloves, Though I don’t expect much luck The creatures here are too small too even touch Yet fairies always flourish by foxglove Maybe on Wednesdays they fly up and up. Thursday- I shall gift Gardener Jack a cutting, Hoping he will forget to say something A thank you will always lead to death Or at least the plant failing to do its best And I wouldn’t want that in my rest. Friday- I shall paint the manner, let’s pray no one steps under my ladder Such bad luck you wouldn’t believe All the fault of that gardener Steve They’ll say as they turn to look at me. Saturday- I shall hang fresh fennel , In all the doorways to ward of evil Witches, spirits demons and more We’ll seal the manner from them all Then id better grow some more. Sunday I shall rest on the sabbath day, And count up my weekly pay For the gardens look superb today The house is painted and perfectly safe All superstitions are accounted for The week can begin again…