There once was a garden that sat ontop of a hill.
It looked very pretty but stood very still.
The reason for this is simple you see, noone cane to visit, not even to play or for tea.
So the garden decided enough was enough.
It roll itself up with a huff and a puff.
Down went the white fence and over leaned the tree with all th sweet apples holding on tightly.
The beautiful gold fish swam down, down deep and th bird flew around so he could peep.
In tucked the floweres wrapped in soft grass.
All safely in, it was rolled up at last.
It rolled down the hill and into the town where all the fine people looked with a frown.
It rolled past the school gate, the children saw with glee, and onto the crossing hoping it might be, soon where it wanted, to spread out to see, all the people and children safely.
It reached where it wanted, on the village green, so it rolled itself out and up went the tree, the fish peeped up out of the pond and the fence stood tall all around.
Amazed at the view the prople went in and never again was the garden not seen.
The End