Aren't those stout little tomato plants

And those burgeoning basil plants

Coming on, aren't they a little Eden?

Look, there's Eve, about the size 

Of Thumbelina, and there's Adam,

Bare as a blueberry bush in winter

In the shade of the verdant foliage, 

And don't the basil plants add that

Special, just right, amount of spice?

Isn't it a happy little scene, a bower

For the wee couple and the wee snake

And the wee apple, a tiny tableau?

Of a sudden a cloud blocks the sun,

A paradigm shift, Eden no more.