The Butterbean Tent Poem by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

All through the garden I went and went,
And I walked in under the butterbean tent.


The poles leaned up like a good tepee
And made a nice little house for me.


I had a hard brown clod for a seat,
And all outside was a cool green street.


A little green worm and a butterfly
And a cricket-like thing that could hop went by.


Hidden away there were flocks and flocks
Of bugs that could go like little clocks.


Such a good day it was when I spent
A long, long while in the butterbean tent.